My first bike was a GT380. Freshly married - she's sure put up with a lot of s..t from me
! We took a trip with all of our camping gear strapped on to the
Going to the sun road in northern Montana. That poor bike ran pretty much flat out all the way there and back - doing 70-90km
. In the evening we put the bike on the centre stand, and stretched a tarp from the top of the bike to sleep under. To this day it's still one of my most memorable camping trips.
