800 miles is a major trip for me and my friends, nothing that "funny" about it. Not to me anyways. I guess not everyone is like you. You mean funny "ha ha" or funny as in "strange".

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Didn't mean it as funny, "ha-ha" or funny as in strange. Meant it as different. You're right, not everyone is like me and not everyone rides like I do. That is exactly what I was alluding to. You and your friends consider 800 miles on a bike a major trip, good for you. At least you're out riding. I'm not putting you and your friends down for it, and I apologize if that's what you thought I was doing, just saying your definition of a major trip is different than mine. To us, a major trip is one of a week or more and taking us 1000's of miles from home.....one way. Some don't have the time for major bike trips, or the right bike or even the desire. No big deal, that's just how things are. Many times, after getting back from what we consider a major trip, I've been on the bike so long, I've almost forgotten how to drive my work truck. The trip we took to Hannibal in the middle of August showed about 1500 miles on the trip meter when we got home. To us it was just another weekend ride. To some that came to meet up and traveled less, it was the longest trip they had ever done on a bike. Didn't matter, we rode beside them and partied with them just the same. They were good folk, just have a different riding style than we do. Again. it ain't always the miles, but the time spent in the saddle. One of the hardest things I have found with riding a bike, is finding folk to ride with that have the same riding style as you. Nuttin' frustrates my wife like having to stop every 30 miles so someone we're riding with can have a cappuccino.....or a beer....or a cigarette. Especially when we have to blow by something of interest because we wasted so much time lookin' for a Starbucks.

This is not funny either, just aggravating. It's kinda like deer huntin'. Iffin I remember correctly, you hunt similar to me.....still hunting large tracts of public land. This opposed to the big name hunter you see on the outdoor channel. You know, the one who eats a big breakfast prepared for him at the lodge, then rides a 4-wheeler out to a blind the outfitter has set up, then after watching the bait pile for two hours for a shooter to come in, hugs his trophy and exclaims what a tough hunt it has been. Both ways are typical, neither is wrong, but both are different.