The destination isn't important. In fact, the chances are you haven't even looked at a map. Hop on the ferry on your tourer, turn right and find out where you're going when you get there. And getting there is the best bit.
Protected from the elements by the huge fairing while you sink into that sumptuous saddle, torque-laden motor throbbing lazily away beneath you as the speedo needle steadily climbs - you're relaxed yet invigorated.
The miles slide by effortlessly as the sights and smells of foreign lands invade your senses - you've left the car at home along with the nine-to-five and escaped the humdrum - you've done the right thing and you know it.