I think I lost my post, so I'll have another go.
First two wheeler was a 1958 Vespa 150. Mom wouldn't allow a "motorbike", so the Vespa was a compromise. It was really a way of saving money on my commute. I travelled about 35 miles to work, taking about 90 minutes on two buses and costing almost 80 percent of my apprentice's wages. I temporarily left the 2-wheel fraternity with a 1938 Austin 7 car, but that was a mechanical nightmare, so I went back to two wheels with an Ariel Leader. This was a motorcycle, but looked like a scooter, so Mother was reasonably happy.
The Leader was a 250cc two-stroke twin with very sprightly performance at speeds up to about 75mph. It could blow off an Austin Healey Sprite, but couldn't keep up with an MGB. Smoked like a factory chimney, so it wouldn't be accepatable in today's environmentally sensitive society. I'd like to have one, though. I bought mine at a bit over a year old for £ 90. A nicely restored one, if you can find one, runs about £ 9000 nowadays.
After getting married, it was four wheels (with one foray into three-wheels with a Heinkel bubble car) until I went to work for Norton Villiers. Then my wheels were company-provided. My ride-to-work for most of my time there was a rather tired 650SS. It had over 100,000 miles on it as a company hack. There were ocaasional diversions. One was a 50cc Motom (Italian) that N-V was considering importing for the UK market. I found that it burned more gas that the 650SS and was very fragile. The idea was dropped.
The worst one I got stuck with was a scooter called (believe it or not) the "Villiers Fantabulous". Made by Villiers-India, it was a belated attempt to grab some of the Vespa/Lambretta market. Yeah, right. As built in India it had a 175cc 2-stoke single. We replaced that with an electric-start 197cc Villiers 9E. I couldn't figure out how the structure was supposed to hang together, and the handling showed that physics won out. It was tucked away in a corner of the Norton stand at the 1968 Motorcycle Show at Earl's COurt, but thankfully, nobody noticed it.
On moving to the US, I concluded that traffic was too dangerous for someone on two wheels, particularly someone with a wife and two kids (later four) who was used to riding on the other side of the street, so I never got back into motorcycle ownership. Now retired and 68, the chances are slim indeed. A good deal on a Honda CX-500 might tempt, and a restorable Ariel Leader or Triumph 21 definitely would, but I don't think either of those made it across the pond.
I'll just stay in this fraternity and add the occasional anecdote from my time at N-V as the opportunity presents itself.