So I said to my wife one day, "Let's both get motorcycles. It looks like fun!"

Then later on she says, "OMG! It *IS* fun. Let's ride track/go dirt-biking/become motorcycle instructors/make every vacation a riding road trip!"

We ride all over North America. And then have to return home. We fly to Europe and ride over there. And have to return home. We fly to India to ride the Himalayan Mountains. And have to return home.

This having to return home really sucks. What can we do to solve that?

I'm not sure which one of us actually said, "We should totally quit our jobs, sell our house and just keep on riding. That way, we never have to return home!"

But I remember there being no argument against that, so that's exactly what we did!

Six years, six continents and hundreds and thousands of kms later, we find ourselves sitting inside our tent in Africa watching monkeys play on our motorcycles. Actually, I think they're trying to pry open our drybags, looking for food...

I guess that original idea of just getting bikes kinda escalated rather quickly...

No enlightenment. Just loved riding and didn't want to turn around and go back home. Ever.

I mean, we had a really nice home, good friends, well-paying cushy jobs. But we just liked motorcycles and traveling more.

Definitely found what we were looking for! We haven't gone back home yet, at least not permanently, so don't know what that tastes like.

I don't think "normal society" has to necessarily equate with "shackles". What exactly is so restrictive about it?

Hate your job? Hate your boss/co-workers? There's more than one job out there.

Mobility? You can always move to another country, get a job there, go riding and explore that country for a bit. When you get bored, do it all over again?

If you managed to do it once before, there's no reason why you can't do it again.

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Gene - http://www.RideDOT.com