Oklahoma_Mike wrote on 12/31/69 at 16:00:08:.... What it boils down to is that almost everyone wants to live.....
At what cost?
Several years ago someone asked what is your favorite song. Mine is the opening theme from *M*A*S*H*.
I am going to die. I
can choose how I will die, but most likely the how will not be my prefered choice.
(Prefered choice is being shot at age 104 by a rightfully jealous husband.)While I might not choose the manner of my demise, I can choose how I will live. I can choose to engage in risky behaviour. I can choose to enjoy my life rather than extend it at any cost. This is why I ride -- to enjoy what life I have left. I can choose to continue riding as long as I am physically able (not blind or senile.) I so choose to continue riding by riding defensively as I have been trained to do by the U.S. Military and the Bell System and it's broken parts.
Others may choose to enjoy life by riding a bit more briskly than I do. They do so knowing that such behaviour carries a greater risk of an unintended dismount and generally wear clothing so that such a dismount is otherwise uneventual. Or not, accepting that a little loss of skin and a little pain is worth the joy of riding with the wind caressing your skin.
Others may feel that in the event of a collision that would leave them disabled life would not be worthwhile -- and they may choose to ride without a helmet; because they
enjoy the feel of the wind. And that joy is worth more than life.
That you, at age 30, hold life as something precious does not mean that I, 15 months shy of 60 with heart problems and fading eyesight, will feel the same. IMO, enjoying life is far more important than life itself.