I would just like to weigh in on the side of "yay."
I never rode by myself, but I used to ride along with a former co-worker for his Saturday morning rides. He had a cherry-red
Moto Guzzi (I think it was a Breva 1100), that baby was smooth as silk and comfortable to ride, even as a passenger. He'd been riding for 30 years by the time I met him, so I felt safer than I would have with a newbie.
His wife had her own bike and liked to drive, but he was a social animal and liked to have a companion. He used to pick me up about 8 AM and we'd ride about 45 minutes down to the air force base and have breakfast at Hardee's, then turn around and come home. It was about this time of year, late summer-early fall, so it was just cool enough at that time of day for my leather #####, which made me feel like a real biker babe. Watching the leaves turn week by week was worth the ride by itself, but Murph was a good driver and good company, which made the whole experience even better.
Murph had rigged a two-way voice-activated radio hooked up inside our helmets so we could listen to classic rock and talk to each other while we rode -- when either of us spoke, the mic kicked on and muted the music so we could hear each other better. I guess it probably would have seemed weird to most people; I was 20 and he was in his 50s, and he took me to a remote location for a few hours on a weekly basis for about three months, but he was just a real sweet guy and never gave me the creeps or anything.
So I have really good feelings about bikes, even if I don't know the first thing about them. Someday, when my kids are grown and I've achieved financial independence, I would love to get a little Kawasaki and go riding again. Not an option as long as I've got need for the minivan, though.