There's a lengthy (11 three-column pages) curious article by Frederick Seidel, "On Motorcycles," in the November 2009 Harper's Magazine. Seidel seems to be a piece of work: now about 73 years old, apparently born very rich (his profession is listed "poet"), and except for a few years of admitted loss of nerve, obsessed with motorcycles since 1966. Before that, he was a speed bicyclist
The narrative is chronological, giving descriptions and opinions of a wide range of bikes, beginning with a Harley(!), then a Honda 750 and a two-stroke Suzuki 250 (remember those?). From there, his taste became more exotic: a Rickman Metisse (650 Bonneville mill on an exotic frame), then a one-of-a-kind, factory-modified, street-legal MV Agusta racing bike, which he crashed at speed. Sometime after that, he lost his nerve after a steep gravel descent on an R75 airhead(!), whereupon he stopped riding and took up the "safer" sport of small planes—for a few years, at least.
When he returned to riding, he acquired Ducatis, most of them rare, limited-edition models—the only stock one was a Monster. It might interest some of our members that he (and the Ducati factory, apparently) considered the apex of Ducati expertise in the USA to be Advanced Motorsports in Alvarado, Texas (an exurb of Dallas).
Some of Seidel's insights on motorcycling are interesting, and perhaps controversial. Regarding fear: "Once you give fear the right to exist, you better stop riding."
Also, here's what he has to say about some us (myself included) who are older than forty, who "grow in number every year and make a disproportionate contribution to the year's tally of motorcycle fatalities. Â . . . Â [M]ore of the dead from motorcycle accidents [where alcohol is involved] come from that older-than-forty group . . .. The young die sober, the old fools drink and ride and goodbye." (Remember, he is 73, and still riding.)
Interesting reading. Granted, the writer is not like most of us. Still, I recommend it.