The simple fact, like it or not, is that this country has become overcrowded. It's romantic to think of taking a pleasurable ride down a winding country road scattered with turning oak leaves and stopping at a roadside cafe for a piece of apple pie made by the old lady who runs the place.

But the reality is once you ride 2 hours to get to the country road, there will be construction signs, and 12 jackasses driving in line in front of you and 12 more behind you. There won't be a cafe, there will be a Hardee's run by a 17 year old with baggy pants, and the only thing scattered on the road will be cigarette butts and beer cans.

That's why I sold my bike and hate to leave the house.