I ride in a long distance club with some nonconformists. None of these new-fangled craybon feeber frames and components or fancy pants index shifters built right into the brake levers. Downtube friction shifters on frames from the 70s. Brake levers with the cables sticking out the top. The top, I say... up where everyone can see them. And flat pedals with metal toe cages and leather straps. And woolen shorts and jerseys, as if they've never heard of lycra! Unpadded, crochet cotton-back gloves, too; as if you could still ride without gel padded gloves and dampers under your bar-tape.
Sure, they have a computer. It's on their desk at the office. No need for a miniature one on the bike: Just a watch and a reasonable idea of how fast they're going at a certain cadence in a certain gear. Eventually, they'll get where they're going. No need to crunch a bunch of data to scientifically quantify "how much" fun they had riding their bike.

Sometimes, it's just fun to get out and ride. Not training. Not errands. No specific point or purpose in mind. Just get on your bike and end up where you end up, then turn around and go home.