Am I going to die on a bike?
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620dark
You can always get it running with time or money.
4eyes said:I have seen family members die of cancer, emphysema, and Alzheimer's. :'(
Dieing on a bike looks almost pleasant by comparison.
You're not kidding. Alzheimer's especially, fuck no. Watching a smart vibrant person completely lose their mind is the saddest and most horrible thing I've ever seen. I'll jump the Grand Canyon on a pit bike if I get that bad ;D
RustyRivets
Suck it, Trebek.
As a new rider, this thread was a good read. The "don't get comfortable" advice definitely stuck. I figure if I listen to what the old-heads say, I might make it into old-head-hood myself. Thanks to all who pitched in here.
CresentSon
Over 1,000 Posts
Don't worry guys, I got your back. I'm willing to push anyone who forgets to jump.
andrewlk
Been Around the Block
Hoosier Daddy said:Why do you think they call 'em "MurderCycles" !!
My grampa used to sell insurance as a side gig and supposedly he kept a file folder of police and ems photos that he would require any of his customers purchasing m/c insurance to look through. If they still wanted it after that, he'd sell it. He had Parkinson's in his later years and I remember being about 17 and talking about motorcycles one of the last times we had a meal together before he passed. He said "You know what we used to call motorcycles when I sold insurance? - No, what grampa? - Murdercycles!" He told that joke no less than 5 times during that meal.
My parents hate the idea, but hey, I'm 30. They always told me it wasn't me they were worried about. Heck, if I had enough $ for land I'd probably get a yz250 and call it a day. I just ride on the street to hold me over until I can make that happen.
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NortonGuy
Guest
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.....
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.....
OJ
Been Around the Block
I went to see Banff Mountain Film Festival Tour here in Winnipeg few years ago and the main movie was a documentary of this woman who got into base jumping. In that documentary, one of her friends spoke some wise words in my opinion. Those words were something along these lines "You start with two bowls. One bowl is luck and the other one experience. The bowl of luck is filled with marbles and every time you jump, you take one marble from the bowl of luck and put it in the bowl of experience. Eventually, your bowl of luck is empty and your bowl of experience is full, and the experience is what keeps you from reaching into the bowl of luck as there is nothing left " I think same thing applies to riding your bike on the roads/tracks.
I grew up on two, mostly non-motorized, wheels and there's no way I can get away from that. Just need to trust that my experience reminds me that if I need to go to my bowl of luck, I need to dig quite deep and there's not much left.
I grew up on two, mostly non-motorized, wheels and there's no way I can get away from that. Just need to trust that my experience reminds me that if I need to go to my bowl of luck, I need to dig quite deep and there's not much left.
CresentSon
Over 1,000 Posts
Norton, the fact that I didn't have a dirt bike, and an over indulgent adrenaline addiction as a kid means I don't belong on a bike? If all a bike is to you is a way to push your limits because you have a natural aptitude, talent, and sixth-sense, given to you by the higher powers of the universe, then congrats. You are in posession of the exact attitude that will get you hurt in any endeavor.
I agree that some people don't belong on a bike, but it is assanine to say that the deciding factor is wether or not they spent their youth trying to find their limit on a bmx dirt ramp. I think this as excellent Darwinian way to weed out those who don't belong (mostly due to injuries from substandard motor skills), but it doesn't bestow on you the divine right to be on a bike. WTF is this, a Mt. Dew commercial? Frankly, if a guy wants to be on a bike, enjoys the experience of finding himself on two wheels, and respects the machine, the speed, and their limits, who am I to say he does or doesn't belong.
Just because you're not Evil Knievel, doesn't mean you can't enjoy a twisty on your lunch break. To say otherwise is some elitist horse shit. What gets the fashionistas killed isn't meerly a poser mentality, it is having their head so far up their ass that they actually believe that plunking down the cash is all that is needed. If you don't have the respect for the dangers, and won't put in the effort to learn, then don't waste your time.
I agree that some people don't belong on a bike, but it is assanine to say that the deciding factor is wether or not they spent their youth trying to find their limit on a bmx dirt ramp. I think this as excellent Darwinian way to weed out those who don't belong (mostly due to injuries from substandard motor skills), but it doesn't bestow on you the divine right to be on a bike. WTF is this, a Mt. Dew commercial? Frankly, if a guy wants to be on a bike, enjoys the experience of finding himself on two wheels, and respects the machine, the speed, and their limits, who am I to say he does or doesn't belong.
Just because you're not Evil Knievel, doesn't mean you can't enjoy a twisty on your lunch break. To say otherwise is some elitist horse shit. What gets the fashionistas killed isn't meerly a poser mentality, it is having their head so far up their ass that they actually believe that plunking down the cash is all that is needed. If you don't have the respect for the dangers, and won't put in the effort to learn, then don't waste your time.
