Some people belong on a motorcycle and some do not.
Those that belong on motorcycles are the ones that had an attraction to two-wheel vehicles and speed since they were able to walk. They learn to ride a bicycle and all that is on their minds is how fast they can go, and how far they can jump it. Long before they are legal to use public roads they will be riding off-road through fields, woods and yards again pushing and trying to find the limit of what they can do. By the time they get onto public roads they already have years of experience riding two-wheels to the limit, they already know for sure if they belong on a motorcycle or not. These true "motorcyclists" have a natural aptitude, talent and sixth-sense for riding and they are as comfortable riding as they are walking out to get the mail. These talented motorcyclists are the least likely to die on public roads. They are not going to kill themselves, someone else will have to literally run them down.
On the other end of the spectrum, there are those who have been directed to get onto a motorcycle by their ego. To them the motorcycle is a ticket to join a subculture, a fashion-movement or maybe it is an ornament to distract them from their social insecurities or the fact they are shallow, petty, second-hand entities. They have no innate talent for controlling a two wheeled vehicle beyond riding it around the pylons at the Motorcycle Training course they staggered through to get their license stamped. The joy they get from being on a motorcycle will not be from exploring or discovering themselves and their machine, but from the self-image they have built around just one more external material possession with the help of whatever "scene" they have parked and posed at.
These faux/non-motorcyclist/fashionistas are the ones who are going to die most often and at their own hand, they are at their limit or already challenged just riding along with daily traffic.
Riding down the highway fixated on themselves, crashing and breaking their heads open at some insignificant obstacle which would be fun and variety for a real motorcyclist. They are no different than some simpleton who has watched a Tom Cruise action-movie glamorizing war then decided to parachute into a fire-fight in Syria.
The odds that you are going to die on a motorcycle are directly related to whether or not you belong on it in the first place.....