There's something about the spirit of a rally that I've always loved. The principal that you ride your rig to get there is pretty important. I know it represents a big investment in both time and money but that in itself is a statement of how important a deal it is to you. Like a rite of admission. The best moment ever for me was the guy that showed up with his bike in the back of a U-Haul truck. He was coming from about a thousand miles and half way one of his pushrods went south. He wasn't past the point of no return, he could have just hauled his bike back home but he didn't. At the rally parts just showed up, for free. Everybody had the best time.