1975 - Yamaha DT175 paid for by my 21st birthday 50 quid spending money. Perfect way to get around post-invasion Cyprus (unit Pt 1 orders included "no motorcycling in shorts or flip-flops (thongs to you Ozzies...)
1976-78 Honda CB200 with the L-plates off when nipping up from Odiham to Valley to see the old course-mates sweating through training while I was already on a Sqn.
These days - nada, zilch, zip, rien, nothing. Well, you try marrying a nursing sister who used to run a trauma-orthopaedic ward and then say you're thinking about motorcycling! The only people she thinks rank lower in the pond-life scale than motorcyclists are parachutists (I haven't done that since 1975...