Living the life means riding the open road. There is nothing comparable to rolling along, away from urban centers, on America's highways and backroads. It is the quintessential definition of freedom. Whether riding solo or with your honey.
Riding through the small towns that are the heart and soul of middle America. Stopping at diners for a meal, eschewing the chain restaurants. Encountering wonderful, patriotic, hard working folks.
That is how to get the measure of this nation. In particular, the areas described as fly over country. Far from the liberal bases on the east and west coasts. Riding in the sun and wind across the Great Plains.
The ultimate expression of independence.
Entering the small town in search of accommodations for the night provides the end of the day's ride. Remembering it is not the destination, but the ride to it that is remarkable.
This is living the life. Portions of it can be had even near some of the urban areas, but only for brief spells, as the rider departs from and returns to the sprawling congestion. In the summer the adventurous riders can escape along the sparsely populated portions of the west coast, well above San Francisco into northern California. Living the life.
Freedom, independence, and the open road.
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