Not suggesting anyone should stop riding. I won't be . But let the decision to accept the dangers that entails be a cold headed one. I've considered all those risks, accepted them, and decided it's worth it.
Life is about assessing odds. If we weren't willing to take any risks, we'd never drive car, walk down stairs, swim. All dangerous things. So long as the risks have been identified,and the odds objectively assessed and weighed against the benefits, riding (or any other dangerous activity) is a perfectly rational decision. But just don't stick your head (not your head personally, a generic head) in the sand and ignore the risks. They are there, they're real .I think it's worth it. But others might not. No shame to them in deciding that. Every persons situation different.
And I will do what I can to push the odds my way. The danger is real, I accept it , but I see no reason not to minimise it as much as I can. And, for me, if death come I WILL fight it - to the end.
Originally Posted by skidmark
Originally Posted by Phil Vincent
Unfortunately we all have to die, might as well do it doing something you love. Either that or die knowing you lived your life the way you wanted. I'm not completely cold, I have a wife and 2 young children, who I care for more than anything. And so I try to limit the risks. But I'm not about to give up biking anytime soon because it might kill me.
Ixion, OAB and others, you're all correct.
We do this because we love it. Like all extreme sports, and let's face it, motorcycling IS an extreme sport, there are risks.
I have four great kids and a wonderful wife who would be gutted if I left them. And it's something I never want to happen.
But it may. UncleB has shown me that. And I make sure I have the maximum amount of life insurance I can afford. I'm also eternally grateful that AXA doesn't consider motorcycling dangerous until you do it on the track - kind of ironic isn't it?
I happily pay that $120 every month.
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.
I am fully aware of the dangers of riding and have seen many graphic bike crash pics. I suppose this stage of life is more of a reflection than anything else. I dont think i would ever stop riding, road riding maybe, but i would then buy a racebike.
I know we are all going to die one way or another, and i would much rather die doing something that I love. I suppose one of the things i am struggling wihtt he most is my own mortality, which is an odd issue since i am a christian.(I dont want to go bringing any religious debate into this however)
While i think that the risks are huge, i just dont think i could live without riding, my enjoyment of life has increased since i started. Riding is just something unique. I WISH i didn't love riding, I WISH Icould find something to replace, and when the day comes I will, however riding is just so much of a passion. In fact, I am about to head out on one last ride on my ZXR before the new owner comes to pick it up!
Riding really is a big journey in life. You really get to meet some awesome people, and experience some really free moments.
Nail your colours to the mast that all may look upon them and know who you are.
It takes a big man to cry...and an even bigger man to laugh at that man.
I live to ride, I ride to live.
The thing that saved my life sure could take my life, but it was worth every second.
No thinking twice about riding. They ARE a way of life.
Sorry mate. Simply not true. We may be more at risk than cage drivers of dieing in an accident, but how many motorcyclists die out of all the people who ride motorcycles? My best guess without any numbers would be 1%. My reading of your post is that if I ride I will die on a bike. If I ride, I may die on my bike but I think it is very very unlikely.
Unfortuanately that is true, riding IS living. There is very little like the feeling of being in the groove and controlloing a bike well. But as I said before, it is also the people. They make the experience. Hence we feel more emotion for someone dieing whom we may have only spoken tofor half an hour than we do for someone we know equally well from another peer group.
Nail your colours to the mast that all may look upon them and know who you are.
It takes a big man to cry...and an even bigger man to laugh at that man.
I still believe that most riders who ride for all their lives die in their beds. To suggest otherwise doesn't stack up or match the evidence.
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