(AKA, where the **** is Steve?)
[You can listen to Camper Van Beethoven for the appropriate background music.]
Well back in the mists of time, when I was in high school in Nigeria, a couple of bicyclists showed up one week. They had ridden from Europe, across the Sahara. I don’t recall their names, starting point, or where they were headed, but hearing them talk about their trip planted the seed of an idea that has stuck with me ever since. I couldn’t imagine actually bicycling that far, but I day-dreamed of riding a motorcycle across the Sahara.