Many many years ago I hitchhiked to Alaska on the Alcan Highway. At the time, it was mostly 2-lane gravel, and folks had hardware-cloth rock screens in front of their windshileds and radiators. Everyone carried 2 spare tires and two gerry cans of gas. I remember meeting a kid in Anchorage who rode a Honda 360 all the way from Montana. He was still driving it around town. I said to him, "You must love that bike." His simple response was "I hate it man, I HATE it."