I was at a popular tourist spot on the coast, about 25km from where I live. There were a couple of bikes parked next to me, and I got chatting to one of the owners. He told me where they had come from and where they were headed. They were in the middle of a day-ride that would see them notch up around 400km. He asked where I was from. I was a bit embarrassed to tell him that I had come only 25km and was on my way back home again. I was a bit embarrassed because I had a rack and bag on the back and probably looked like I could have been on an interstate tour (well, almost!), while their bikes were totally bereft of any form of luggage. (That's not my bike on the left, by the way, just a photo for illustration purposes).