i'm a 36 (37?) year rider with 20+ honda's in my past (and 3 currently in my garage + nsx), hundreds of thousands of miles under my feet. i grew up riding a motorcycle here in calif without a helmet, often in shorts and barefeet as weather permitted. i've never had an accident on any of my bikes, but i did drop one of the wings in the garage while moving it (i'd had a beer or two
since the helmet law came into effect (94/5?), i've worn a helmet... didn't like it at first but confess that i'd feel naked and **very** exposed without it now.
to the poster who said bikes weren't as dangerous as people make them out to be: from your lips to god's ears, my man.
to the poster who's father said "drive like you're invisible", give the old man a hug and tell him thanks the next time you're with him.
i **always** assume someone will try to kill me while i'm on my bikes - they may not mean to, but they will - talking on cell phone/switching lanes, kicking a ball across the street without thinking, sudden/inappropriate turn, TRYING TO SHOVE ME INTO THE DIVIDER STRIP so they can get around the slow car in front of them on the freeway.
yup. they're out there, everyday, no matter where you are, where you live, how fast your bike and your reflexes are (or you think they are) - they're trying to kill you. darwin is a bitch.
in spite of these things, i **love** riding my motorcyles....
be well, all
(help: the paranoids are after me
