When I was a teenager, I had an ambition to get bigger motorcycles as time went by.
My first motorised transport was a Garelli mo-ped, a dreadful little hairdryer of a montrosity. It's only distinction was when the exhaust dropped off, and I travelled home polluting the streets as I travelled.
After serving an apprenticeship on a Yamaha step-thru mo-ped, I purchased my first proper motorcycle with the help of my parents, and a hire purchase agreement. It was a Honda CB100N. I really adored that bike, but I ended up selling it.
My next and last motor vehicle, was a demotion, another step-thru mo-ped. I ended up having an accident, tumbling over the roof of a car, when the driver failed to see me at a junction, and pulled out in front of me. I was lucky, I was wearing a rucksack at the time, so I was uninjured. But it scared me so much, that I never rode a motorcycle again. I won't even ride pillion on my partner's Triumph. I've missed out on so many wonderful journeys.
However since 2018, I have used a cycle. I do often think about riding a motorcycle, if I had the choice, I would buy a Mutt 125cc. A small but cool bike.