I have been riding for about 5 years, and I love nearly all two wheeled things. My first bike was a 2007 600rr. I loved the hell out of that bike, and no I did not die starting on a 600. I got a shitload of speeding tickets though. Then it got stolen from my suburban apartment complex one day before I went to class.
In the mean time, I got a ruckus, a beat up old metropolitan and a c^3. I love those stupid scooters so much, and I felt like such a badass for going like 100+ everywhere on my 600, that I didn't really give a shit when people laughed at my really aggressive scooting.
That ruckus lived at WOT and I did all kinds of riding on it. I think my biggest ruckus day was about 300 miles when I scooted to the nearest big city, dicked around all day, came back and rode around the countryside around where I live. I really wanted to ride that thing to california, but work, school blah blah.