Outlaw,
I too always have my second thought every time I swing my leg over the seat, especially when I have the wife on the back. I have been on motorcycles since I was 9 years old (Honda XR75). My uncle was president of the local chapter of Grim Reapers MC when I was young. He was ran over by a semi and paralyzed on his left side. His brothers built him a automatic trike with all right hand controls, a glove with a hook on his left hand and he rode for years that way. His paralysis mysteriously started going way 10 years later and he saw God. Now he's a minister of a church (yes, robsbird, my uncle is a minister). My stepdad was hit by a cra, still limps to this day. A close friend was killed by a drunk driver on his bike right after we graduated high school. The total count is about 4 riding buddies gone, some caused by thier own stupidity, some not. 3 other fiends with permanent scars both physical and mental. I cant ride as much as a I used to but I still get a big grin when I fire up that 97" S&S motor, the wife climbs on and we take a long ride out in the country. The idiots are out there but I have never laid down a street bike and guess that makes me real lucky. My concern would be her first. Until the day she's says no we just keep going. Who knows that may change in time. If I do die on my bike, I will at least die doing something I love...
