I backpack, go 4X4 and windsurf in my other life. So I don't need to do any of this while on the moto. I tend to motel it all the way. So, if you're a die-hard camper, just move along, don't read this anymore...
At the onset of each trip, I have a vague destination in mind, but there are generally two immediate objectives on a moto trip: ride the twisty blue routes and sample food. Yep, I'm trying to reprise the Food Network episodes of Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives.
So, I start off the day relatively early, to avoid the suicidal bugs and traffic. At the first gas stop, I'll inquire about a breakfast/brunch place. So far, I've not missed many chicken-fried steak & eggs. They were all good. These small town gas station folks don't lie.
I'll miss lunch, or just eat an apple: must keep under the V's GVWR.
Then, in late afternoon while there is still day light, I'll arrive at a small burg with motels. It really doesn't matter what chain it is, as long as there's a shower and a firm bed. I check the bed compliance first. Of course, if it's nippy, a hot tub would also be a desired option.
I then ask the motel clerk about places to eat. Just like the gas station crew, these people know their town. They're so honest that one actually sent me out of town to get a decent bite. I also inquire about their local Dew-Drop-Inns, preferably within walking distance from the motel. I get a good meal, then go to the bar to hear local chit-chat. You'll be surprised at how friendly people get when they get a free beer from an Oriental from out of town. Oh yeah, it's bonus that this Asian actually speaks understandable English. All manner of conversation would ensue, and I get better entertainment than sitting in the Magic-Fingers bed watching porno
. After learning about the town history and assorted opinions about mankind in general, I shuffle back to the motel for a good night sleep.
Get up the next morning, repeat.