The biggest single problem for me with my motorcycles was the sheer pleasure in the acceleration. It was a problem in that as you powered past that lorry, you had to remember how fast you were going, having seemingly instantaneously accelerated, and that that speed had to be scrubbed off quickly.
I used to strap my cameras on the back and ride off down to Devon and back on a job in a day. I hated riding in the wet, however.
I was friendly with Barry Sheene for a while and he once showed me the films he had collected of his crashes....ooo-er! He never rode a bike on the road, though, regarded it as far too dangerous.
It's funny how motorcycles appeal to some and not at all to others. I probably picked up my love for them from my dad. I remember he had a Vincent at one time, called a Black Lightining or something. And an Ariel Square 4.
