Hmm. Specific, more or less reasonable justifications for hauling the bike. So you are still at Stage One in the progression of the syndrome, and a cure is still possible.
When you start saying things like "it's about riding only the quality miles," the condition has advanced to Stage Two, and the prognosis becomes much less optimistic.
At Stage Three, you buy a Harley, haul it to a big rally, and ride it so little that you don't have to refill the gas tank. At this point, the syndrome is usually incurable, and almost inevitably progresses to Stage Four, where you haul your bike to the event and never actually unload it from the truck.
This is perfect! Love it. And coming from someone that lives in the middle of the country I give you major cred for riding your bike to the good stuff. I'm going to steal and use your "stages" the next time my sissy pants friends haul their bikes on a trailer.
I've gone as far as 5 hours ride on the road on knobbies to get to the trail head. When I go visit my family in Georgia and need my truck there as well, it's more like I'm bringing a bike along on a car trip than than the other way around. However, I'll admit that in no way diminishes the shame I feel for hoisting my GS into the back of my truck and I will take my time in the penalty box until I make that trip again on the bike
Your Honor, as mitigating evidence for my behavior, may I present the following evidence?
7,100 miles of Trans America Trail:
Over 4,000 miles LA to Alaska:
My avatar where I rode over 3,200 miles to get to Going to the Sun Road