No matter where you go, somebody, somewhere is mortified that somebody else ~might~ be actually living life.
[aka...Welcome to an average FR motorcycle thread]
A person could do everything on earth to make sure they’re totally safe, ensconced in steel, strapped in and air-bagged to sweet serenity...and then a semi hits them.
One of the craziest driving bikers I ever knew, while engaging in the rare act of driving his big safe car, was ‘exploded’ by an old man crossing the interstate median in a van.
Closed casket.
“Some of you people are real kill joys. Lighten up! Smell the roses, life is short and meant to be lived, not survived by virtue of avoiding all risks.”
A ship in a harbor is safe...but that’s not what ships were made for.
Thank God Columbus, Lewis & Clark, etc weren’t scared of the dark.
:)
55k miles, two bikes, five years. (between 2003 and 2008) BTW