I love riding. For me it's not about saving money, it's about being on two wheels, seeing the sights, feeling the elements, the thrill of coming out of a hard left hander floorboards scraping, having fun with friends. One of the best vacations I've ever taken was on the bike. A friend and I built trailers to pull behind our bikes, loaded up camping gear, and spent 2 weeks from Fort Worth to Roswell to Tombstone to Phoenix a few days in the Grand Canyon, Four Corners, a night in Durango, and back to Fort Worth. We rode through light snow in Taos, NM, hail in Albuquerque, went 3 hours without seeing another living anything in Utah, learned that crows will take a bratwurst right off your grill, and there is something in the air in late spring in southern Arizona that my respiratory tract just does not like. Great trip!
I was in a 3 piece ministry for a few years. Although my club life is behind me, I still have fond memories thousands of miles logged with my brothers. When you have ridden with someone enough miles that you can read each other and anticipate their moves, you can form a bond that requires no words.
There have been some dark times too. I've buried friends that left before their time, but died following their passion. It sucks to be many miles from home and have to call someone with a trailer to come rescue you. I've been on both sides of that phone call, but was happy to help and happy to have someone help me. Then there was the '72 Shovelhead from Hell. That's a story for another time, but I have never been so happy to sell a bike.