First long ride

Took a 100 mile road trip with my uncle and aunt today, first time I have put over 100 miles on in one day. I had fun, felt a little bit embarassed trying to keep up with my uncle's Harley Softtail 1400cc though lol. We rode alongside a river for a while, went through some really interesting landscapes, and had a good time. The KZ liked the long trip, it's running much better now! Wish I had pix, but it was too cold to stop and get pix everywhere we went. Looking at doing a trip to Baldwin, MI when it gets a little warmer.

100 miler thats about a normal ride for me
try riding about 400+ a day when traveling

as long as you enjoyed yourself do what suits you when riding

LOL yeah, I know it isn't a long trip but it was a fun ride nonetheless. I don't get out of the area much so 100 miles seemed like a long way. I want to take a serious trip next summer, but for now it is too cold here!

Like anything, start out shorter, then get used to riding longer distances. It becomes addicting. My first 100 mile day was back in 1977 on a Yamaha DT400 enduro. I remember that like yesterday.

Awesome.

Any time we can file that sort of a "first time" into the memory bank, it's a good day.

I remember the first time across the state line.
The first overnight motorcycle trip.

The first ten day motorcycle trip.

The first 600 mile day.

An insanely cold ride from New Orleans to Houston.

Good stuff.

Another beautiful recollection was never how fast or far it could go, but the simple awesome experience of just going . . . without having to peddle.

First multi-day journey, me on my Lambretta, my buddy on his Harley 125, about 50 miles to the river, ferried across, and 10 more dirt road miles to a backwoods hunting cabin, with a single shot 22 rifle to live off the fat of the land. Ate some swamp cabbage and a robin cooked over an open fire. Rough and ready we were. Thank God for that left over can of beans.

Good Fortune!

Cold? Try this: gerbing.com/
You will laugh, even feel compelled to happily piss, in the face of cold (wind direction permitting).

Patton wrote: Another beautiful recollection was never how fast or far it could go, but the simple awesome experience of just going . . . without having to peddle.

First multi-day journey, me on my Lambretta, my buddy on his Harley 125, about 50 miles to the river, ferried across, and 10 more dirt road miles to a backwoods hunting cabin, with a single shot 22 rifle to live off the fat of the land. Ate some swamp cabbage and a robin cooked over an open fire. Rough and ready we were. Thank God for that left over can of beans.

Good Fortune!

I Know what you mean about going without having to pedal! I will forever remember the day I got my first moped running a (slightly modified) Yamaha QT50 I was given(and not told about the modifications). That thing did about 50, I was 15 and had never been on the road alone. The feeling of the 4 cyl acceleration of my KZ550 for the first time was a rush too though.