Like Tom said, memories are enough for me. I rode street bikes from 1969 to 1983. Long trips throughout the western US, daily commutes, rainy days with tons of gear, cold days with tons of gear. Constantly scanning for idiot drivers. Constantly avoiding idiot drivers. Occasionally becoming the idiot, and thankfully being bailed out by a non-idiot driver.
Dumped the bike only twice - once in a slow turn on a bunch of leaves, but the other time on Hwy 1 north of San Francisco at about 50 miles an hour due to a rock in the road being hidden by the cars in front of me. Mountain on one side, cliff down to the beach on the other side, and only wearing a helmet that day because it was so cold out. The bike and I slid together almost straight down the road until we came to a stop, with that helmet making a horrific sound as it dug into the pavement. Good thing it was cold that day, or I probably wouldn't be here. Always wore a helmet from that day on, and can remember that helmet-scraping-pavement sound like it was yesterday.
So nowadays, every time a bike goes by with someone all bundled up from the cold and/or rain, I just smile as I drive along with just a T-shirt, windows up or down to suit my comfort level, sunroof possibly open, and occasionally considering the purchase of a Mazda Miata!