Prices of many things (accept new chinese sourced goods) seemed to have doubled in the last 15 years.
Life changes have a way of slowly creeping up on you. Small little things that seem a useful and good idea at the time all conspire to change our way of life, not always for the better. Everywhere we go we are on camera, everything we buy is traceable. We are offered everything, cheap food, travel, all with consequences.
I'm not a political person, I can't see the difference between political parties in the UK, I'm simply not interested. I try to avoid the media news because it's often just bad entertainment. It just seems to me, rightly or wrongly that everything has it's time and motorcycles are another thing that is getting left behind.
It's not unique. Going back to the 1970's every daughter wanted a pony. There were many pony magazines, toys and riding schools/livery yards were everywhere. Even if you couldn't afford one you could help out at a stable at weekends for a free ride. Nowadays the interest has waned and declined. It has become a minority interest slowly declining. The young have mostly found other interests and live on instagram and you tube vloggers. The arrival of the smart phone has been the biggest revolution in social history.
I'm not trying to paint a dismal dark future, just saying the times they are a changing and it is what it is. Fashions change.
Old punks like me will continue to blat about on motorcycles until nature takes it's course, enjoying the freedom of spirit they give. I welcome any new influx of riders but the odds are stacked against it IMHO. The bicycle has overtaken the motorcycle and is massive here in the UK, quite the opposite to back in the day when people were upgrading from bicycles to stink wheels.
Maybe in the distant future some kind of 2 wheel electric transport that is self steering or whatever techno gadgets they decide we need is an option, but I don't see that as visceral motorcycling in the way I understand. Yesterday I rode to work in the rain and loved it, turned off the paved road and took the long way round across trails, in and out of trees, through sleepy villages, man and machine in sync and harmony, raw and simple. Marvellous. They don't know what they are missing.