Bo, your argument is a long-standing common sense vs. karma kinda deal.
I've had many sport bikes, a few fairly fast cars and now the Harley. When I sold my last sportbike, I told Wifey and my old man that I would never get another one... maybe a Harley. The reason is what you said about the skiing. I really don't want to take myself out. You could still do something stupid on the HD, but it's not really that fun on the "edge" with that machine. The things that will take me out are the same things on the sportbike and the more dangerous things... even little ones... like ground hogs and dogs, an SUV with a 5-thumbed ape driving, stuff falling off pick-up trucks (yeah, that's right), a blow-out especially on the front, mechanical failures... etc etc etc.
So, in conclusion, the only person that I trust on the bikes is me and I've tried to take myself out of the equation by riding a bike that is not as fast, doesn't handle well and has mediocre brakes. All of those things might save me in those other bad situations. Kinda weird.
It's a conundrum.
My dad (who rode bikes for years) doesn't like me riding. We get in this argument all the time. I (sometimes) feel like when it's your time to go, it's your time to go. You might be 37 years old and have a massive heart attack in your sleep and die and that's it for you. If you're at work, or in a car, or on your bike at that very moment, then that's when you go.
So, he says, "Then, why don't you just go jump out of an airplane every day?"
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