Lois,
Great meeting you (and Austin) in San Francisco last month.
Not sure about other countries, but I think that there is a simplicity "fad" happening in the US these days--in part simply from a longing for a more engaged and simpler life (in a world where constant electronic distraction/communication and work are the norm), and in part simply due to a value shift effected by the crappy economic situation. Motorcycle travel gets caught up in that.
As for me, my first adventure moto trip was in 2006--all of 10 days around the western states, as I recall. I prepared by making a sheepskin seat cover, getting a side of leather and a saddlebag pattern and making myself a set of saddlebags. Lined 'em with trash bags for rainy days on the road. Bungeed a canoeing drybag up top, got a handful of paper maps and some camping gear, and off I went.
I survived (getting caught in a snowstorm in a mesh jacket was quite something), but as soon as I got home, started slowly acquiring fancier gear that wouldn't leak, rust, or break so damned easily. On my last cross-country trip, I was riding through an apocalyptic thunder and hailstorm, completely lost, in South Dakota, thinking, "gosh, I'm glad for hard panniers--I'm free to worry about imminent death from a lightning strike, without fussing over whether my gear is getting wet."
There's also group of very DIY, punk/leftist activist folks in the US who travel widely on the thinnest of shoestrings--networking and sharing travel expenses and putting each other up, sleeping under bridges when necessary, using secondhand or homemade gear. They aren't going back to basics, since they never left. Most are bicyclists; two of my acquaintance are motorcyclists, and one rides an old Ascot 500 with homemade bags to within an inch of its life. A few of them are friends, and I admire their courage and adaptability and minimalism; certainly I've learned a great deal from their style of travel, but my own psychological makeup needs a bit more gear and resource use to make it fun for me. Still, their tales of breakdowns and hitchhiking on the Dalton Highway, going to metal shows held in coal mines in Albania, being blown off the road in Montana, and sleeping in caves in the Pyrenees are great stuff, and proof of lives well lived.
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