By later in life I mean your out of shape 60 something year old neighbor who probably can't even ride a bicycle and tells you "he's buying a Harley", cringe...
If you're serious about biking, by all means ride a bicycle and get a feel for your balance, mountain bike some trails and get a feel for sliding, skidding, etc.
Then start small on the bike, ride around town, get a feel for it, and of course get a motorcycle endorsement.
"Can I drive a motorcycle with a car license in Florida?
Can I ride a motorcycle with a car license? Unless you have obtained a
motorcycle endorsement for your Class E operator's
license, you cannot
ride a motorcycle with only a
car license. However, if you are riding a scooter with a motor that is under 50 cc, you
can legally
operate it with only a
Florida Class E
license."
When I took my last endorsement, after some yayhoo at licensing didn't automatically renew it, and I had to do the tests all over again after riding for 20 years, I was surprised by the amount of hot shot riders on Ninjas/GSXR's that failed the riding test.
If I told you half the horror stories, and fatalities, I've seen or heard of in my 40 years of riding, you wouldn't even consider it.
Like the guy riding with a pack of bikers, helmetless in Idaho, who's glasses flew off his head, so he stomps on the back brake, "pulls over", sending five other bikes into the ditch, including a personal friend of mine, a middle aged woman who broke both of her wrists, shattered her femur on the right leg, and more. She never quite recovered.
I'm totally a lone rider and always have been. Riding with others always bad news.
Or a buddy of mine with the same BMW "Bumblebee" 1000 GS as mine who hit a deer in the early hours 5 miles from town and lay in the ditch with a punctured lung until it was light enough for somebody to see him and call 911. He survived but two years later he still wasn't fully recovered.
A friend of mine from the Ford dealership up on Division St out on his lunch hour on his Auto Boat & Speed Show trophy winning 1950's vintage Triumph hardtail
who had a guy turn left in front of him at a light (the most common fatality for riders). As George is laying there all broken up with motorcycle laying on him, the guy that hit him walked up and asked him "how old is your bike?" George replies "1951" and the a-hole says "Good, then it won't cost my insurance very much". Unreal.
A very close personal friend of ours' son Larry, 21 year old, bought his 1st bike, hit a telephone pole and died.
On night about midnight, there was a ruckus at the red light just up the hill by the 7-Eleven. I walk up there and it's a girl I was sweet on, laying there, hit and run driver nowhere in sight had run a red light, a thick wide solid stream of blood going all the way from her head to the curb, and people standing there cracking jokes like "it's a dead Fred" and laughing. Aren't people great? I couldn't even sleep right for a while after that... and all I did in my spare time was restore an old Matchless 600 single "Typhoon Competition Scrambler" that had belonged to Evel Knievel, and had been sitting for 17 years since he'd crashed it.
The way I found that bike was a guy just up the street by the 7-Eleven had a whole yard full of vintage BMW's for sale. R27, R69S, and others. I says "why you selling your bikes?" He says "I was riding down by the college, a guy turned left in front of me, knocked me off his bike and practically ripped my left arm off". He was still recovering, and no more riding. This guy had grown up in Butte MT with Evel Knievel, in the 1950's, a pack of them all "had their Harleys geared up as fast as they could so they could go from town to town, from bar to bar, at 120mph". I already had my Victor, so I wasn't interested in the BMW's, too much money anyway, but then I saw the Matchless leaning against the wall in this little shed...
I personally quit riding for several years at a time on accounts of insane personal close calls, but always restarted because of my love for motorcycles, and riding, really clears your head out.
Country roads only for me, even better the "Primitive field roads" without a car in sight anywhere.
Like this.
This is my last bike, and I'm selling it. My right knee can't handle any more kickstarting, not if I want to keep walking.