35 years ago...and still walking.
Some people are adrenaline junkies, some aren’t. I certainly was (less so now that I’ve surprisingly made it way past my youthful predictions.)
I thought that beer was the reason.
35 years ago...and still walking.
With risk comes reward. Not every risky endeavor involves possible death or maiming. Males are the drivers of genetic fitness. We’re more variable, far more geniuses, far more idiots. Women are the moderating force, genetically and so far as risk, although temperamentally this is often reversed, lol, with men being more even keel and women swinging wildly from one extreme to the other.
Motorcyclists are similar
One has a 38:1 odds ratio for dying per mile driven,
relative to passenger cars
They understand this, but
They love getting out of the cage of steel.
Heh.
Why Men Take Risks for the Ultimate Thrill
Based upon what I see on TV it’s the chicks that do this.
RISK...it’s why I never married.
It’s just the way men are wired.
We seek risks to expand boundaries in order to better understand, and control what is around us. And sometimes the thrill of it alone gives us the same chemical reaction in our brains.
Men just aren’t into self-preservation like women are. That is why we did the exploring, went to war, and hunted.
Too bad he didn’t study women risk takers/thrill seekers. Doesn’t every kid get a thrill when they first learn to ride a bike? Learn to ride their first dirt bike? Get their first motorcycle license? Hang glide for the first time? Solo in an airplane? Do their first AFF jump and not that tandem crap? Learn to BASE jump? Learn to jump a skyboard? Childhood is pretty thrilling. Why lose it when you grow up? I guess I’m just a kid at heart living in an adult playground world. My husband will vouch it certainly isn’t from too much testosterone.
I have had the pleasure of sitting beside Ivan Stewart in a SCORE PRO Truck (off road racing) going 100 mph across the open desert outside Plaster city CA, Cartwheeling a Class 10 car in San Felipe through a cactus patch at 70 mph, Mexico, racing a Super Mod II Yamaha SRX snowmobile across frozen Adirondack lakes and hanging out of helicopters photographing off-road racing on the Baja peninsula.
All the psychobabble and such may have a basis in truth. But the answer for me was simple. It is the most fun you can have with clothes on. Although some have been known to race naked ;)
Those days are long gone now and I have other hobbies. Far more sedate ones. Nothing wrong with that either. To each their own.
I do it for the laughs alone.
Just did the 400 foot drop at Great America.
Hilarious!!!!
“We know that testosterone is a hormone linked to high risk behavior”
YES, YES IT IS....AND IT ISNT GOING TO CHANGE ANY TIME SOON...
When I was 18, I took a couple of static-line jumps and rode a mechanical bull (this was during the Urban Cowboy craze). I’m not a risk-taker by nature, but my 18 year old hormones overrode even my mild nature.
Don't forget that Hell's Angels was started by WW II vets who couldn't handle the confining regimented life of post-war America.
Because it is fun.
Now hold my beer. Watch this!