I love to plan rides with other people. My son and I looped around the Olympic Peninsula a few days after we got our bikes. Later, we took a two-week trip to Telluride, Colorado. I charted out the twistiest, most scenic roads and used Pub Crawler to find the best brew pubs and hotels. My brother got a BMW a year after I got my VFR, so now I have another riding partner. We promptly rode over Manning Park Pass in British Columbia and later took a week-long trip up to Jasper and Banff, perhaps the prettiest ride in the world! We caught a ferry and wound our way through the remarkable West Kootenays. I've ridden to California, Crater Lake and Tofinio on Vancouver Island. I even rode to Fort St. James, BC, once for a wedding. I hooked up with some Canadian friends from the VFR owners' forum (_www.vfrdiscussion.com_) last year in Orofino, Idaho. We ate steak that night and rode Lolo Pass the next day. We took three days to arrive at the National VFRD Rally in Dillon, Colorado, where we hooked up with yet more friends and rode through the Rocky Mountains. Riding cross-country with good friends was one of the greatest thrills of my life. But it wasn't until we all said our goodbyes that I really got into my riding nirvana. You see, I've developed a taste for riding solo. I get pretty excited about planning trips, and when others drop out for whatever reason, I just stick with the plan. As I see it, a person has two choices: Abort the trip or go it alone.