s a kid, my dad took my brother and me to motorcycle dealerships practically every weekend when the weather was poor. It being a golden era of AMA roadracing, and being devoted race fans, we naturally gravitated toward sportbikes. “Win on Sunday, sit on it on Monday” was our motto. Yet, I would always sneak over to a Gold Wing to admire the array of buttons and cubbies and imagine myself going on some round-the-world expedition. I think at that point I thought “explorer” was still a viable job option.