I prefer to have 2000 lbs of steel between me and the car that is hitting me. My neighbor, a father of three girls was killed a few summers ago when his Motorcycle was hit by a woman trying to beat a light. And a close friend at work on a motorcycle vacation, took a mountain road curve too wide and slid into a guard rail. She was killed instantly.
Go and hide in a hole if you wish, but you won’t live one instant longer. Your fate is fixed. Fear profits a man nothing. —Herger the Joyous