Not on my bike, but I remember a camping trip 5-6 of us took from the Needles District in the red rock canyon country of Utah to the San Juan Mountains near Telluride, Co in 1980.
A guy & his wife were aboard a Harley something glide, with hard bags & a tour pack. They also had sleeping bags, a family-size canvas tent, assorted cooking gear lashed on top and on the sides. What I remember almost 30 years later is the double-mantle Coleman lantern hanging off the rear, swinging back & forth motoring down the two lanes. It was like following the caboose of an overloaded freight train, or being conscripted into a Winnebago orthopedic knee sock convention
The 76 Bonneville was unable to follow that happy caravan through the twisties. We had a great time in camp. I have an old black & white glossy photo stashed somewhere of a juvenile beaver that stopped by for coffee one morning. He was very well behaved
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