My Honda 50 story is secondhand. When I was young and living in Ann Arbor, MI, a coworker was being wooed by a guy who lived in Toronto, about 450 miles away. He would drive his road Honda 50 (the kind with the plastic lower fairing, centrifugal clutch, three-speed transmission, top road speed downhill of about 50 mph) down every few weekends, spend a day trying to get Dorothy's attention, then drive back. I imagine he spent the next week vibrating gently from the journey.
Between my first time there and my return a couple of years later, he'd given up, Dorothy never having been convinced that he was her shining prince.
I hope he found somebody. That kind of determination deserves to be rewarded.