i think the worst part about bikes is that you are invisible to cars. that does not mean a whole lot to say... but it will when you start having everyone pull out in front of you, swerve at you and try to run you over because they just dont see you, you will know what i mean. i could not imagine my wife on a motorcycle.
of all the stupid and insane shit i ever did on any of my bikes, the close calls i had were always in and around the city, from cars or trucks who did not see me.
i owned many crotch rockets and i sold the last one (Suzuki GSXR 1100)after being in a bank in Seattle and having some woman come up to me out of the blue and start screaming at me about all the nasty shit she has seen in the emergency room from people not wearing good leather boots, jackets, pants, helmets etc. she had a complete nervous breakdown in the bank and it turned out she was an emergency room doctor whos own son just got killed. it was bizarre and surreal and it made me think about all the close calls, all the friends i know who either got killed or crippled from bikes and how i already knew i was living on borrowed time... and i went home and sold my bike.
