i got into two wheels cos i was a mod in the early 80s here in melbourne, so naturally i had to have a scooter...shit electrics, no brakes, shit suspension, square tyres etc etc but i loved every minute of it, that was followed by another dozen or so over the next couple of years, strange thing was i thought everybody fell off every couple of weeks (it actually worked out to 27 accidents in 30 months including two lots of 3 times in one day)
as for actual motorcycles themselves, my mates in a bike/scooter shop sold me an XS250 as a get to work bike as my scooters were getting less and less practical (225 stroker crank/big bore, 30mm carb, expansion chamber, trick clutch so 'finely' tuned that i used to have to pull over before hitting a freeway and change to bigger jets then back again at the other end....) and within a couple of weeks of having the XS someone pulled out of a sideroad and i MISSED him, my first thought was 'if i'd been on a scooter i would have just ridden straight into him"
that last scooter was finally finished, painted, chromed, engraving, flash upholstery, the works and it lasted 3 days before the back wheel fell off (my fault) i fell off and broke my leg, sold it and i haven't had another one of the evil bastard things since
also i've only fallen off 2 or 3 times in the 28 years of bike riding since then.........hmmmm, is there some sort of message there?