Speaking of beginner drills, there's no quicker education in handling strong winds than going down 395 into Nevada, ahtellyuhwhut.
So I made it to LA (and back!) in one piece. No drops, no accidents, no incidents. I was hoping to come back up the coast but the impending rains convinced me to cut my return short and just take 101 (which, FYI, is a piece of
shit Northbound through San Jose; I was convinced one of the many holes in the highway was gonna wipe me out).
It was a great way to learn so much both about myself as a rider and my bike itself. For example I learned both my tank's exact range
and how much I absolutely love my petcock.

Not to mention how much it taught me about my own range and what are comfortable, tolerable, and maximum amounts of time I can spend riding in day (3, 5, and 7 hours, respectively). There's so much I learned from that one week of riding than I ever thought possible.
All in all an amazing experience. A++ Would ride again.