I've had some "accidents". Some have been avoidable due to poor option taking on my part at the time.
I've had a couple that have been a bit different. Again, arguably, one of those I could have mitigated better but its circumstances completely took me by surprise and only after considerable hindsight have I been able to contemplate alternative options that may have served me better. Who knows if any of those options would have helped. It's not every day somebody reverses a RAV4 at you in a passing lane.
My last off has taken some psychological toll, largely due to a complete absence of context due to about six hours of complete memory loss prior and patches of loss through the preceding 18 hours. Trying to rationalise all of that following a massive accident-induced concussion and a couple of days post-accident in an induced coma has also been interesting. Fortunately brain haemorrages aren't that common and even less common is having one while riding a motorcycle on a back country road that's going to take emergency services nearly an hour to attend and a bit longer than that to get you to intensive care afterwards.
Add all of that up and I should be dead. If not dead, I should at least be dribbling vegetable material. Medical experts have been reasonably clear on that. I'm not, thanks to some extraordinary luck, amazing people and good fortune.
So was it avoidable? I could have done it at home in bed I guess. But then again I could have been driving a car with passengers on a busy road.
I think about this quite a bit.
The thing that troubles me most is realising that once I'm dead, from my point of view it will be as though I've never lived. I already knew that, but hadn't made the connection in such a real manner. Somehow I may have made a difference to those I've met, worked with, played with, lived with, loved, and been loved by in return. Hopefully a positive difference. Not that that will matter a jot to me once I'm dead.
However I now better understand and appreciate the joy of living. Not just me being alive but also everybody else I know who is. Sharing this living experience business is a priviledge.
I know that many things make me happy, including motorcycling and that, within reason, why should I deny myself those pleasures? My off wasn't caused by an Aprilia Shiver.
One thing that's certain is that all of this living business will end, usually not at a time of our choosing. Let's plan for it as best we can and enjoy every nanosecond as best we are able.
I didn't mean to type all of this. I was going to make a comment about the amount of time that's wasted by Kiwi Biker members over-analysing "accidents", the causes of these and the role that bikers may have in their own demise. For some strange reason I wrote something else.
I think it's time I went to bed.
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