While I enjoy riding, I do not ride for fun. For me, a motorcycle is cheap transportation.
'64 Honda 50 sport. Sold for a Bugeye and '65 and crashed. Moved to LaLaLand, enlisted in ''66. In '67, a Yamaha Twinjet 2-stroke 2-cylider 100, in Detroit, left with a buddy. Left the Air Farce in '70 in Georgia, a '65 Impala, swap for a Spitfire, swap for a Pinto. Uncle wanted a bike to carry his motorhome, talked him into a Suzuki RV125 instead of a Honda Cub, got a Yamaha DT175. Rode that from '74 to '86 when I went and got married (not my idea, she bewitched me!) Can't carry babies/little kids on a motorcycle. Not to mention that I can't justify the chance of killing myself while I have kids. *sigh* '04, needed wheels, wasn't able to buy my company van, but needed cheap transportation, wife saw an ad for a motorcycle, just $99 a month, new. "Have you considered a motorcycle?"
Dual-sports, while are excellent in the city, have gotten too tall for me. Sport bikes are butt ugly (IMO) so I was looking at the 250 cruisers -- 330 pounds lightweight easy riding freeway capable -- until I noticed the Savage. Hmmm. Only 50 pounds heavier. Found one, sat on one, fit near perfect. Bought one. Neglected oil, killed it, looking for a replacement, didn't need the speed or the weight, and no longer liked swinging a leg over a saddle, got the Vespa. Getting slow, looking not quite good enough, dropped the scoot, road rash left ankle and knee. Two months again, less rash right ankle and knee, but buggered my shoulder and broke 4 ribs. "Third time is the charm" and I don't need more pain so I am a hamster in a cage. *sigh* Hey, it hasn't been that much fun for the last 12 years wearing a darn helmet.