I had been worried that my smallish (3 gal) gas tank would cause us to stop all the time. In reality, the stops were all to stretch and unkink muscles. And to warm up (it was cold when we left).
Layers of clothing are your friend.
What hurt the most when we got here weee my hands. I really hadn't expected that.
I got lousy mileage. The weight of the luggage really cut 10 MPG. That and my fat ass. I could see this as a reason to move to a bigger bike.
The wind sorr of blew.me around, which was surprisingly tiring. I couls see that as another reason to move to a bigger bike.
A faring and heated grips would have been nice in the cold.
I have a blister on the pinky of my throttle hand. I had not expectes that.
People were universally friendly to bikers who were clearly on a serious trip.
Waking up on the beach is the cat's meow.
People tell me I need a tattoo. Not happening.