Riding on a suburban road, there was a little kid on a bicycle that looked up at me, smiled, and waved at me as I rode by on the motorcycle in full gear. (I waved back) That was the cherry on the pie.
After the disappointing West coast and yet more riding this weekend (190 + 220 km), I'm counting my blessings that I live in a place that's really quite the mecca for any motoring/riding enthusiast. My problems are "which route shall I ride that avoids all tourists from Florida/Tennessee/Ohio...?"
Pavement is generally great, scenery is breathtaking, the signage makes more sense than most other states (I struggled with the all-text/no-symbols in WA), maximum posted speeds are consistent and logical (110/90/60 rule), and contrôle isn't out to get you. Weather's not bad either.
People travel 1000s of kms to visit here. And it's my backyard. It's expensive to live and travel logisitics are difficult, but hey, there's a LOT more irritating places to live.