To mystic, kghost and Heffay. Sorry, I persist.
Firstly, I've ridden every day to work this week and in the 60 mile round trip I inevitably come across a right tosser that seems to be doing his best to spill my guts on the tarmac every single time. Ten years ago when I first started riding it used to freak me out. Now I'm abit more experienced and can usually get out of those situations or try to avoid them. But back to the topic, my wife is a very nice lady, still in one piece and I want to keep her that way. I won't even let her ride pillion with me 'cos if should anything happen to her I wouldn't be able to live with my conscience.
Then I also use the bike "to get away from it all" and to clear my mind from all the #$%*e it collects during the course of the day.
Ultimately for me it's a bloke thing as well. Meet up with a few of the lads, have a lark and shoot the breeze and catch up on all that macho bravado stuff. Ride home, kiss the wife, clean the bike, crack open a bottle of wine, and think; boy that was a fine day.