Traditionally, a walkabout was considered to be a rite of passage for a young Aborigine man to spend a given amount of time alone in nature to both gain an intimate understanding of the world, and to come back considered an adult. The high school I attended, the Linworth Alternative Program, had a program called Walkabout, in which for half of the senior year, we were able to spend time interning for a possible future career, help in non-profit organizations, or simply take a trip to a place we've wanted to go. We're left to set up the majority of our plans for Walkabout including housing, funds, experiences, etc. There are virtually infinite possibilities, but there are obviously limits. For clarification (lord knows you FF's need it), sitting at home would obviously not be accepted. There weren't any written rules on what we could do with our time. We chose something that inspired us, gave our reasoning behind why we thought it would be an educational experience, and it was approved, or not. Usually approved though because, at least my class, wasn't full of idiots. My mother attended this school and chose to kayak the coast of Baja. My older sister chose to intern at Hawk Mountain Sanctuary. A couple of my classmates spent time interning at a dolphin tours company in Hawaii, or a primate rescue in South Africa. I don't remember any more, but that's enough examples so whatever. I chose to intern at a motorcycle shop owned by a couple friends in downtown Columbus, 10 miles away. I know, really going for gold here. I remember a time near the end of my Walkabout when I was talking to my sister and I said something along the lines of "I wish I could just do Walkabout forever" and she replied with "you can!". At the time I thought it was just a nice sentiment, but in the past couple years I have realized just how discontent I am. I graduated in 2012. Since that time, I've worked a few shitty jobs, paid some bills, had my own apartment for a while, and I'm not satisfied. I don't want to spend the rest of my life working food service or really any other job that is currently available to me. So my apartment lease ran up in February and I've been staying in my mom's basement trolling losers on the internet. I've saved up some money and will be taking my bike "out West" for hopefully at least a couple months. I've informed my current employer that I'll be quitting at the end of the month and hope to be leaving within a couple weeks after that. What I'll be doing with this time, I don't know. I could get all cliche and say "I'll scale mountains, and return a MAN!", but neither is likely. I have a few places I plan on going but I'll probably just plan my route as I go. I also have no idea what I'll be doing when I come back home. The Air Force is a possibility. So don't subscribe to this thread if you are looking to live vicariously through regularly updated, well written posts of perilous endeavours in Argentina. I'll probably just be using this thread to talk to myself. Or dump pictures. I mostly just wanted to get it in writing so that I can't back out. But please feel free to leave suggestions as to great rides, beautiful places, good food (I'm on a budget though), and whatever else you have. And so begins the journey of not-being-old-enough-to-get-into-bars! And I'll leave a pic of the bike I'll be taking. Highway jaunts will probably need to be avoided if possible.