My first cross-country motorcycle ride was 32 years ago; 2,100 miles from College Station TX to Moscow ID in 2 1/2 days in August, on an unfaired 550cc Yamaha no less. Didn't know about earplugs back then, when I finally lay my head in Moscow that night I could still hear the motor running
Phenomenal ride.
First day across Texas and up onto the Panhandle; slept out on the ground outside of Clayton, NM.
Second day; Raton Pass over the top of Monarch Pass and down to the Great Basin. The climb to Monarch Pass reeked of anti-freeze on account of all the vehicles nearly overheating and my wrist got sore from cranking the throttle and clutch so much while passing them. Utah down around Green River looked like a moonscape compared to where I'd been. The crowd at a McDonald's in Provo looked like an episode of the Stepford Wives. Finally I was so tired running through Salt Lake that night I was seeing double. Seen trucks off the highway, thought it was a truck stop, it wasn't, it was a big motel parking lot. Drove to the very back, lay down on a sidewalk next to the motorcycle, threw a groundsheet over me with my feet sticking out and fell asleep instantly.
Got woken up three hours later by someone kicking my right boot. It was the Cops, someone had reported me as a dead body. Left Salt Lake 4am, saw a tremendous meteor burn up overhead near Snowville. Then hung a left towards Boise, north of Boise the McCall country was so winding I figured motorcyclists there wear the outside of their tires out first before the middle. Long afternoon rolling north through Idaho.....
...and why this is relevant here.....
I was blown away by the golden wheat fields in the rolling Nez Perce country, it was like the friggin' Promised Land
After that the long, long hill climbing out of Lewiston going north, I do believe that was the longest, steepest hill I have ever encountered, even my motorcycle was struggling.
The cause of that epic ride of course was a woman, it was worth it. A week later I had to get back to Grad School. Left Moscow at noontime on Saturday after changing the oil, this time I stopped in on the way back to see good friends in Capitan NM. Slept a couple of hours Saturday night in a motel somewhere in Southern Idaho, by Sunday morning i was rolling through Salt Lake traffic, seen the golden-roofed temple from Interstate, down past Arches and Coronado (??) that afternoon, past Durango, Silverton (??) and Taos, lost daylight at Espaniola NM, rolled into Capitan late Sunday night after a few hours playing mule deer roulette along the highway.
Monday night back in College Station it was time to change the oil again, 2,500 miles later.