Every biker it seems, has a similar story. Its those bikers that can't tell their story is what's so sad. Many fine lives damaged or ended, usually due to a car driver, and often on a cell phone.
I started riding at age 57; now 77. Had to stop recently due to heart problems. But my female partner and I rode our Harley's over 200K miles enjoying this beautiful USA. Nothing like wind in your face, with a handful of powerful motor between your legs. Yeah, I've owned SilverWings, GoldWings, etc., but Harley's happen to be my choice. No flames for whatever one rides. In short, riding is like flying on land.
When a person decides that riding is their choice, they also have to know that they're assuming a big risk. They are simply hard to see, and have to be completely defensive 100 percent of the time. Even then, sometimes some careless driver will slap run over them.
I've had an idiot in a pickup look straight at me on a 4-lane, and swerve to knock me off the road. (Yeah, he was caught, and paid the price!) That situation was probably rare. Most I believe are honest driving errors. The shame of it all is that with the super quiet car interiors, great radios, and cell phones that are so handy, riding bikes, be it motorcycles or bicycles, has become a rare pleasure that few get a chance to enjoy.
I'm not saying 'Don't ride motorcycles'. Just know - you're NOT the big guy on the block. Your life is in the hands of any car/truck driver on the road.