I can understand the attraction. A bloke I shared with back in 1977 had a Ducati Dharma and a Kawasaki 900cc. Beautiful machines.
My idiot erstwhile brother in law was amateur world champion dirt racer in his age category (he was 40 at the time) Bought his 8 year old son a 50cc bike, against my sister’s wishes. Kid broke his leg. Decided he didn’t want to ride bikes any more, and hasn’t.
Me? Have not owned a bike since 1969, Malaysia. A second hand BSA 250cc. Built like a tank. A friend in a local village asked if he could ride the bike around the large yard. Yeah, Ok. don’t take it out of the yard.My mate and I went inside. Heard putt putting for a bit, then it stopped. Fine, he’s finished. But nooo, he just had to take it onto the road. Failed to take the first curve he encountered and hit a telephone pole . He died instantly. Pretty much removed any romantic notions I had about motor bikes.