Where to start.... I had my first ride on the back of my uncle's Harley back in 1958 (or thereabouts). In 1965 I was old enough to get a learner's permit, and the first day I was eligible for that permit I went directly from the DMV to the local motorcycle rental shop. There I was instucted that the shifter was on the left, and I should poke it down to go into first, and then up for second, third, and fourth. I was handed the keys and - that was that. I've been riding ever since. Much later I did manage to take the basic MSF course, but other than that I've had little instruction. I've put on quite a few miles, in quite a few different places, on a number of different motorcycles, and under quite a few different conditions of roads and weather - but I hold no records in this regard. I'm not into "Iron Butt" rides. (My longest day was only 675 miles; my longest trip was just two weeks.)
My riding has "mellowed out" over the years, and now I greatly enjoy cruising along scenic back roads. Breathing fresh air, enjoying the scenery away from traffic, being with friends along the way and at the end of the day - those things have become more important to me now. I tend to take a few trips that last three or four days or more, and in between my VTX 1800N sits in its "blow up" garage. I very rarely will have a passenger - my wife doesn't ride.
I've always enjoyed listening to music, but until the invention of the iPod I was left only with humming my way down the road. Now I find music to be integral to the experience. What I experience is an artistic amalgam of sights, sounds, changes in mood, movement, temperature, and even smells (hopefully good ones); the whole thing becomes almost spiritual. But I'm not day-dreaming or losing concentration on the road ahead.
The thrill of going fast has always been mixed with fright. Without that natural fear I'm afraid I would have been dead a long time ago. Over time the thrill of speed has dampened a bit (it's still there, of course), but the fear remains unabated, so I tend to go a bit slower than I did when I was younger. Good thing, as the reflexes are not quite as good as they were forty years ago. Slowing down is definitely a good idea.
So.... A "superbike school"? Is there something for me there, or would I just impede traffic?