I don't think a lot of non bikers can visualise what it is like to be on the open road.
From about the age of about 10 I was fiddling about with motorbikes, and it really does get into your bloodstream, and no matter what, it stays there.
With me, every opportunity I got, I was out on the open road, even if it was only a half hour spin in the evening, just wasting a bit of fuel.
I don't know if it is the same in other countries, but here in the UK, if you decided to stop in the middle of nowhere and have a smoke at the side of the road and enjoy the view, within minutes you would have other committed bikers stopping to ask if you were in trouble. Try doing that in a car, you would end up as a skeleton at the side of the road, waiting for someone to stop and give help.
I myself have towed home many a stranded biker, whether it be engine trouble, broken chain or bad electrics, even just running out of fuel. Sometimes going miles out of my way to get him/her either home or to a repair shop who could help.
The feeling is always there, that no matter what, help would soon be at hand if something went wrong. Luckily, it only ever happened to me once, when I threw a drive chain.
It is really something, that if it does get into your blood, it can't be got out easily, and is very difficult to describe what it really feels like.
With me now, this is like having my insides ripped out.
John