Great video. I noticed that as the video progressed, the rider started wearing a helmet and gloves.
I ride alone, and I ride with groups. I'll undoubtedly ride alone to Kamiah, ID in a couple weeks to join up with about 35 other riders at the COG Bun Cooler rally. When I get there, it'll be a great time with friends. And then I'll ride alone to get home.
I've found only one other person to ride with that we really synced. If I wanted to stop for a picture, he didn't mind at all. He used to be a professional photographer, so he understood the desire. We rode at the same pace, and were comfortable with each other's presence. But he moved to Kentucky because the cost of living in the Seattle area was too much. So I ride alone. There's been a couple others, but he was (is) special.
When I did my SS1000 years ...no decades...ago, I was concerned that I'd fall asleep crossing Eastern Washington. I've driven that route many times in the past. My Air Nat'l Guard base was at Fairchild AFB in the Spokane area and crossing Eastern Washington would make my head nod in the car. On the return leg of the SS1000, I was anything but tired. Instead of nodding my head, I marveled at the beauty of God's Creation in front of me. The colors, the grandeur...things I never noticed in a car just brought peace to my soul. And never once did I wish I was riding with someone else.
I have gotten a chuckle at a couple of the small rallies I attend. We'll get out somewhere and maybe I want to leave the group. The others will ask if I can get back by myself? Will I be all right?

And I'm thinking, "I just rode over 2000 miles by myself to get here, and you're now worried I won't make it back to the motel?"
I didn't start motorcycling wanting to be alone. It just happened. I started because growing up, I loved to ride a bicycle. Later, I moved to some small motorcycles. They were the most logical means of commuting during "rush" hour in the Seattle area. I found motorcycling wasn't just a logical or convenient way to commute, but it was something I loved. Commuting was just a way to exercise that passion. Then I started thinking, what if I was to ride this for fun, instead of to work? But no one else was around that I knew who rode...so I went by myself.
I don't fit quite in the description in the video. You won't find me taking off with half a tank of gas with no idea where the road goes.

Nope. Not me. Try that in some parts of the West and you could be walking for quite awhile. Perhaps in triple digits. I remember riding down Hwy 101 along the coast one summer for my daughter's PhD "Defense" of her thesis. Virtually every motel or campsite was full. Everyone was either vacationing, or avoiding the smoke from the fires inland. So I do plan things out somewhat. But after that...I just follow the GPS and enjoy the moment.
Enuf said.
Chris