What I’ve learned on every trip we’ve taken aboard a set of motorbikes is that you don’t really know what you’re doing until you’ve done it, several times. And flying halfway around the world with our gear, limited luggage and helmets in hand only made it more complicated. We meticulously packed, analyzed, shed weight, then packed again only to shed even more weight and, well you get it. This is the beauty of motorcycle travel, nationally or internationally. It forces you to be clever and resourceful; to find multiple uses for any one item. To accept the fact that you may have to wear your clothes over and over, because it’s really not going to kill you. To decide, or actually make a concrete decision, about what matters to you most. Toothbrush? Yes. A framed picture of your dog Steve? Maybe, but no. Stylish evening wear? Since you’re supposed to be on a motorcycle “adventure”, absolutely not. But since comfort includes looking presentable (or at least unlike a hobo), being clever, again, comes in handy. But the tips and tricks and lifelong lessons I picked up on our tour of England extend well beyond packing and looking pretty.