JAC waxes poetic over at ThreeWay:
Take a week, take TWO. Grab a buddy or a brother, hell even a wife. Don't schedule anything, pick a general direction or something to see; climb on, fire it up, point the front wheel toward the sun and go! We'll get there when we get there. Eat only at mom and pop resturants, say 'howdy' to folks, sleep at "motor inns", stop in a town square at sunset - sit on a bench in leathers and a wifebeater with helmethair next to the bike under a statue of a Confederate hero staring ever vigilant...... northward lest they try again.
I know that feelin'. Few things make me feel alive like the open road. Theres just something about not knowing.
I don't know when we're going brother. I just know... at some point this summer... we're going.