I hear ya.
Today, for the first time in my life, I picked up my bike. From a shop. For maintenance. Brake pads. Flushing lines. Chain and sprockets replaced.
600 large, plus the cost of a couple beers there. (What a great place!)
I mean, I used to be a real biker. Now, not so much. The ride home was great. Loved the brake job, much better than I could have done myself, but you know, no grease under my fingernails. Tools not being used, no barn beer.
When I got home I planted some canna gillies for wifey.