I find that I greatly enjoy two kinds of rides, and I have done a lot of both.
When I am riding with one friend or several friends, the ride is always fun, even on the flat roads south and east of Tampa, which is most of my riding. We generally have some sort of objective, such as a meal in the city of Okeechobee, where we discussed that town's approach to encouraging people to be ready for hurricane season. They knew the subject was a yawner, so they instead encouraged us to prepare for a Zombie Apocalypse, during which awful creatures would stalk the streets, traditionally armed with chunks of 2x4 lumber, and seek to batter their way into our homes. If you prepare to defend against that menace, you may in fact prepare well for a hurricane.
As you can see, the meeting was much more the objective than merely burning gas.
Unplanned events occur of course, such as the time an experienced rider made an emergency stop
and vigorously ripped off his helmet and swatted the wasps that were stinging his head and neck.
I was astonished that he kept the machine upright!
The other kind of riding I like is long solo rides, generally to a specific destination,
such as Vancouver Canada. On two occasions when I undertook that ride too early in the year,
and had to turn back before even reaching a Pacific State, the outings were still fun, but of course
only about 600 miles of each ride were in Florida. On one of those rides, I was impressed by the sandstone cliffs that are abundant in New Mexico. The droopy and saggy features of the cliffsides reminded me strongly of Statler and Waldorf, two kibitzers in The Muppet Show, who watch from a box seat, and offer disparaging opinions about the performers, other Muppets of course. I felt that those old geezers kept appearing amid the sandstone and were criticizing my riding style and my shabby luggage, etc. and offering bets about when I would fall or run out of gas (as I nearly did north of Roswell NM).
As you can see, a positive attitude toward the most routine of rides makes that ride a treat.
For instance, I reckon I will be riding ten miles in heavy rain twice tomorrow,
and my rainsuit is leaky enough that I will take a change of clothes with me.
C'est la vie.
Perhaps I will be welcoming you to Florida one of these days.