Rode till she wanted to stop...gotta bite to eat, grabbed a room, freshened up and rode around the lil town to check it out...bed time...up the next morning for the next leg of our adventure.
Stayed off the main highways. Traveled off the beaten path through the back roads, small towns. It was a blast.
Many year ago I rode my old BMW 465 miles in one day from the Detroit are up into Canada. The set started out feeling like an ordinary seat but ended up feeling like a torture instrument. I had to peel myself off the bike at the end of that ride. Sometimes I’d stand up on the pegs just to relieve the pain, hoping the driver behind me wouldn’t think I was mooning him.