From a Road-Star forum: It's a matter of faith, to be on a motorcycle in open country. Not the comfort of a car, any air conditioner, heat, or wipers. A motorcycle is of no comfort against the elements, pulling over to the shoulder to wait it out in a storm is not an option. The shelter and comfort of a car or truck must be found in an overhanging tree, overpass, truck stop canopy, or anything that can afford you comfort. It is a war between you and the elements, surrender to them is defeat, and to tolerate anything sent your way and still be riding is your only measure of victory. Any car however can never rival the view from the front or back of a motorcycle. Nor can the feeling of being so much a part of all that surrounds you. It is the perfect marriage of pain and pleasure. It will make you wish you could throw it in a pile by the side of the road in favor of any other form of transport and it will cause you at other times to rejoice in the midst of hard rain at the freedom you have found. But to those who have once conquered the open road it is a call that tugs at your resolve to walk through the mundane of each day. Even after a thousand hard miles it calls you to go forth again to the open road. It is an insanity of sorts that can only be fed by another road yet unridden.