Post by hunter on Aug 10, 2016 1:33:02 GMT -8
One could call it an affliction (for me, anyway). I didn't get the long-distance bug until 2002 when I took a trip to The Dragon on my 2001 Yamaha R6. That was back when I could "handle" a sport bike position. From there, the rest is history.
For me, a long day in the saddle going across the Great Plains or the desert is like a 12-hour meditation session. The end of the day is such a reward! Then, do it all over again the next morning. Sometimes I get so into it that I really forget what town or road is coming up.
I understand this.
My first long day was in 1984. I had a job to get to in Peekskill NY. I was in Vidalia Georgia. I looked at my 650 Special II for a second then strapped 3 bags to it and rode straight there. I wouldn't have ridden the whole way because I fell asleep on that buzz bomb somewhere outside Dover Delaware. Woke up crossing the white line. That scared the crap out of me so I looked for a room and there weren't any as there was a convention in town. I was awake again by that point so I took off again. 960+ miles. I remember laying on the tank with my feet on the rear signals for a long time. I didn't do something like that again until the 90's when I started playing with long distance rallies. Now I just like the therapy of a day in the saddle while covering some ground. The Great Plains are the best!