I've had one motorcycle or another for most of my adult life. This is my last bike - an R1100RT. I was never a "live to ride" kind of guy. I liked riding but it wasn't my life. I was out one night and almost got hit by a deer. A week or so later I was on my way home from work, came over a rise, and almost ran into a herd of cows on the road. I had enough close calls to decide I no longer liked riding enough to risk broken bones or whatever. Got a BMW Z-3 and it was way better. Real wind in your hair, out in the open motoring without a helmet and ballistic suit. Sold the bike and never looked back.