I first started riding in 1961 while living in Japan (11 years old, 6th grade). We lived on an airbase so there were no restrictions (some, but we ignored them). My Dad was a motorcycling enthusiast going back to 1930, he loved the sport and he lovingly passed it on to me and my brother.
When we moved back to the states in the summer of 1962 I was too young to ride legally (I did on occasion, my Dad encouraged it but I was always afraid of getting a ticket for no license).
I got my permit in February, 1965 and I became one with motorcycling until the early 70's, never needed or wanted a car (although it made dating a little difficult).
Ten+ motorcycles and 54 years since I started and motorcycling is at the top of my activity list. But, as I age, I find I'm a bit lazy and hop in the pickup for regular transportation usually. Even on excellent weather days, I choose not to ride at times.
What I do is ride when I get excited about riding. This starts a day or two before a ride and I start gearing up physically and mentally. I am putting on 10-12k miles/year so the bike (and myself) get exercised plenty. Heading up to the Columbia River Gorge for a week next fall and looking forward to that adventure (plus many more on my schedule)
The good side is that there is nothing that I wished I would have done with motorcycling at all. I've done it all to my satisfaction (too long of a list to add it here).
Also, I am very well equipped. I have a 2014 Yamaha FJR1300A and fine riding gear (a whole closet full to be exact).
Throughout my riding since the early 70s, I always had other activities on the burner. Alpine skiing, camping, golf, sport parachuting, flying, travelling, photography, etc. but motorcycling was (and is) always at the top of the list, in the blood as they say.
Hard core? I would say that up to the point that my 1969 Honda CB750 was stolen from me in 1971, absolutely hard core. I was <this> close to getting into road racing in any way I could. The theft broke that up, and to be honest I've never really gotten over it.
But there is nothing like rolling out of my garage, all ATGATTed and firing up the Feej, even at 4:30 in the morning for my once a week 160 mile one-way commute.
It's all good.
Dan