This is something that provokes thought all the time. I looked at Rick Morrison at the start of the Iron Butt last year and said "For way less money we could have gone a cruise and spent the next 11 days drinking Mai Tai's and laying in the sun." He laughed, and agreed.
For most people, riding their first 1,000 mile day is a life changing experiance. Because most people who ride, and everyone who doesn't, thinks riding a motorcycle 1,000 miles in 24 hours is impossible, when you do it, you look at other things in life that seem impossible differently.
The first 1,000 mile day I did was in 1980. It was in Minnesota. I rode a 1977 Yamaha 750 triple, and rode with a guy on a 1958 Pan Head Harley. We left at 3:00AM, Had Breakfast with my Grandparents in South Dakota, and were back in Minneapolis at 11:00 PM drinking beer in a bar laughing about how it really wasn't nearly as hard as we thought it would be.
Riding the FJR 1,000 miles in 16 hours seems like joke now. I mean, I can do that with 2 gas stops! I really don't even think about till I get over 1,200 or 1,300 miles on.
Rally riding is a unique experiance. What I love about it is that you get sent to places that you would never think about going to if you weren't sent there to get points. Ever been to the Umpqua light house at night? If you haven't, go there some time and see what I mean. Ever been to the Grand Coulee Dam in Washington? How about Tacoma Narrows Bridge, you know, Galloping Gerty, the famous one that collapsed? Ever heard of the Astoria Column? Ever been there? Well this was one day for me on the Iron Butt this year.
People look at things differently. I have limited time to ride with work, family and the other things in life that eat up your riding time. I like to ride as far and see as many things as I can while I do it. You say your frustrated by not being able stop and hang around some where. I'm frustrated stopping some where because I know I'm wasting time doing something that keeps me from riding.
I was amazed at the WFO in Moscow when I talked to guys who were taking two days to go home from Moscow to the Bay Area. They said they were going to stop for the night in Bend Oregon. Mike and I rode through Bend at about 2:00PM and I thought, "My God, what the hell are these guys going to do in Bend for 18 hours? I was home in my own bed at 10:00PM.