Firstly, you don’t drive a motorcycle, you ride it, but that aside, they are much more enjoyable to own than a car. They have acceleration that exceeds any road car ever built (big bore bikes that is) with the possible exception of the 917 Porsche. They have a magic that you can never get from a car, the pleasure you get riding is both exhilarating and relaxing. when I am feeling tense, I’l go for a ride down a twisty bit of mountain back road and by the time I have finished throwing a big V-Twin through twenty or thirty kilometres of tight bends and sweeping curves I am fully relaxed.
Owning a bike is also a very social thing, there are all sort of clubs with weekend runs, BBQs etc. Not all clubs are like Outlaw Biker clubs, many have Doctors, lawyers, Police etc.
The downside is that the accident and death risk is much higher, up to twenty times as high if you listen to some statistics. The risk isn’t you doing something wrong, it is being hit by an inattentive motorist. You have to ride very defensively.
Some people are natural riders, some are an accident looking for a place to happen. You have to be attentive and alert at all times on a bike, you do not relax for a second when in traffic. You have to have an attitude similar to a soldier behind enemy lines, make one mistake and they’ll get you. Every car on the road is out to get you.
All new riders need to do a proper riding course, one that teaches defensive riding and gives experience on a racetrack. You need to learn the bikes limits in a safe environment. The worst rider, and the one most often killed are those who owned a bike when young, spent twenty or thirty not riding then bought another bike. We call them retreads, or Born again Bikers. They are dangerous. The think that they know how to ride, but tehy invariably don’t. A complete novice learning is generally safer.
I have ridden since the age of fourteen, and managed to go for more than thirty-two yeas without an accident – then in 2004 I went under a truck. More than sixty fractures, lots of skin bone grafts, several month in a wheelchair, a leg full of hardware, stainless steel and titanium, and I am back on my feet. A truck ahead of me, at highway speed, on a bend, lost its load, twenty feet in front of me. I was doing 110 KPH. I am a good rider, but the best that I could do was try for the least injury. This happened jsut after I was diagnosed with cancer. It was not a good year. :)
It is a great pastime, but it has risks.