The road trip of a lifetime doesn’t have to mean filling an old Buick with everything you’ve ever owned.
“Got enough stuff on that thing?”
I looked away from the sandstone cliffs of southern Utah’s Zion National Park, glowing orange under the waning sun, and turned to find my view blocked by a black Escalade full of kids and, presumably, their parents. We were parked at a gas station on the edge of the park, and my gaze shifted from the Escalade to my 1999 BMW F650—a motorcycle I purchased with $2,500 I was able to squirrel away between student loan payments. Strapped to the back of the vinyl seat was my internally-framed, 65-liter backpack, worn from years of use and miles of travel … More