Sigarms
Super Member
I get it, it's your life, do what you want with it.
Recently worked a funeral for a friend who had her brother litterally run over by a car (took a couple days for him to die).
Late last year, had a cousin killed on a motorcycle as well.
I used to have a KZ100 a VERY long time ago, but gave it up. I would drive reckless on the bike (VERY fast), but that's NOT was scared me. What scared me was all the idiot drivers in cars even when I was riding "safe", and that was close to 30 years ago. Decided to stop riding, wasn't worth my life dying at someone else's hands.
I've done crap that could of killed me if it weren't for my skill and knowing my limitations, but the one thing I could NEVER shake is dying at the hands of a total idiot that I had no control over. Riding a street bike made me realize how many idiot drivers there are on the road because I had to notice EVERYTHING me around when riding. Even then, sometimes I would have a "close call". It was people that would come out from a stop sign when I had the right of way (with no stop sign on my end) that made me throw in the towel on riding when it seemed like they were trying to F with me waiting until the last minute to pull out.
Very few things I would let my boys do (they don't have drivers licenses yet). One thing that is non negotiable while living under our roof is I will NEVER allow them to get a street bike.
So, if you ride a street bike, do you understand the amount of idiot car drivers on the road?
On a plus note, the young man whose funeral I helped out at has already given 20 organs away, including his heart. In some aspects, a wonderful gift that could never be replaced, but at a cost of a life ended by stupidity of a driver of a car.
I did however agree that if "off road biking" was an interest, no problems there (as long as you know your limitations). Up in the coal region in PA, you could ride a bike an entire day and never cross the same trail twice if you wanted to, and it was fun (and sometimes illegal depending on who owned the land, but it was "corporate land" not privately owned). Thing is, there weren't any car drivers you had to cross paths with.
Recently worked a funeral for a friend who had her brother litterally run over by a car (took a couple days for him to die).
Late last year, had a cousin killed on a motorcycle as well.
I used to have a KZ100 a VERY long time ago, but gave it up. I would drive reckless on the bike (VERY fast), but that's NOT was scared me. What scared me was all the idiot drivers in cars even when I was riding "safe", and that was close to 30 years ago. Decided to stop riding, wasn't worth my life dying at someone else's hands.
I've done crap that could of killed me if it weren't for my skill and knowing my limitations, but the one thing I could NEVER shake is dying at the hands of a total idiot that I had no control over. Riding a street bike made me realize how many idiot drivers there are on the road because I had to notice EVERYTHING me around when riding. Even then, sometimes I would have a "close call". It was people that would come out from a stop sign when I had the right of way (with no stop sign on my end) that made me throw in the towel on riding when it seemed like they were trying to F with me waiting until the last minute to pull out.
Very few things I would let my boys do (they don't have drivers licenses yet). One thing that is non negotiable while living under our roof is I will NEVER allow them to get a street bike.
So, if you ride a street bike, do you understand the amount of idiot car drivers on the road?
On a plus note, the young man whose funeral I helped out at has already given 20 organs away, including his heart. In some aspects, a wonderful gift that could never be replaced, but at a cost of a life ended by stupidity of a driver of a car.
I did however agree that if "off road biking" was an interest, no problems there (as long as you know your limitations). Up in the coal region in PA, you could ride a bike an entire day and never cross the same trail twice if you wanted to, and it was fun (and sometimes illegal depending on who owned the land, but it was "corporate land" not privately owned). Thing is, there weren't any car drivers you had to cross paths with.