Half of my brothers think they are too good for a tent. 'I aint sleeping in no fucking tent' is what I get to hear many times. What about this here then? Bob Tronolone travelled all over the States on his homebuilt chopper and slept next to his bike!!! No money for anything else. When lucky he would find a place to crash in a clubhouse or an old abandoned barn. Good times though!
Seventies
