I do, indeed, live faster. Except, of course, when travelling and enjoying the ride and the trip as much as the destination. Sometimes, and usually, more. Nothing is better than a July morning with the smells of lakes and freshly-cut grass mixed with 50:1 gas:oil being pumped through a two-stroke engine, the sound of the engine humming and the winds in your face, the sound of your own laughter as you enjoy the day.
Also, mopeds are TOTALLY chick magnets.