I get it, it's your life, do what you want with it.<snip>
Because they are almost as much fun as operating a tractor with a backhoe.
I rode in college in Vt. Started in 1969 with a Suzuki 250 and had 1 major accident one afternoon when a middle aged lady pulled out from a stop sign and she t-boned me, bike and I flying into on coming traffic. I looked down when she hit me and can still to this day see her chrome bumper crushing my leather boot (and ankle) against my engine casing. Luckily I was only going 25 mph. She said she hadn't expected a motorcycle to be coming and was sorry. Put me in a full leg cast, I missed 2 weeks of school and final exams and the entire protests because of Kent State. Never did heal properly. Still aches after using for a bit. But danger was relative back then. Several of my friends would be riding with us one day then 7 weeks later were shot to death in Vietnam
About a year later I graduated to a '59 FLH with full police style crash guards. Got involved with a small group of riders, all on Harleys or big bikes. We'd go on about 1 overnight ride a month in New England from May to September. Loved the sound of 1200 CC's rumbling between my legs. Not one of the group would park their bike in the kitchen. We parked them in the living room so we could work on them and watch the war on TV.
The reason I've not put it on the road since '74 is -
I took my Harley apart the winter of '74 to fix a leaky headgasket but joined the Army the next spring (Viet Nam era vet). I moved the bike down to Virginia but ended up spending 1 to 2 weeks a month traveling for the next 37 years. I was having too much fun on the road in places from Korea to Serbia to spend the $1,000 a year for insurance in Virginia and only ride a few weeks.
I've still got my colors, in the bedroom. My Harley in big pieces in the basement (fixed the gasket), and I wore my helmet a few weeks ago when pruning with a pole pruner. I've a dream of getting the bike together again and riding in Mississippi. My sons want to put it together and use it. And I've a tractor with a backhoe
Riding enhanced my "situational awareness", attention to detail like a little gravel on a curve or a small patch of ice. Plus NEVER trust another driver. I'm glad I rode, but I would not want to ride now in DC rush hour traffic.