I plan every trip extensively over our long and icy winters. It keeps me sane till riding season starts again in March of the following year. But I have yet to follow any of those exhaustively planned trips.
I got a sidecar to travel with my dog. He never complains, is delighted to be with me, approves of my dietary choices, is a social butterfly who helps me meet folks, appreciates a good beer, snuggles better than my wife, and hangs on my every word as if it's the most profound thing he's ever heard. TravelsWithBarley.com