I find it interesting that I've been attacked by Pixie for my opinion.
I'll try and explain it real slow for the likes of Pixie.
It doesn't make one god-damned bit of difference whether the road is good or bad or whether the roading staff was incompetent.
I'm not talking fault; I'm talking responsibility.
If we crash we get hurt easily. Like it or not the roading system is geared towards four-wheeled (and greater) vehicles which have the dual advantages of better inherent stability and greater protection in a crash.
Bearing those two factors (which override ANYTHING ELSE since they have the potential to kill us) it behooves us to take a HUGELY greater responsibility for our own safety.
I don't expect anyone else to take responsibility for my own safety. I expect that road conditions will change. I don't trust other road users. 31 years of riding will do that. My spidey-senses are getting pretty damn well honed now. Now every so often (about every 50,000 kms it would seem) I stuff up and it costs me, both in pain and money.
But no matter whose fault it was, it is ALWAYS my responsibility to ensure MY own safety.
How hard is that to understand?
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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