Motorbike riding is quite dangerous. If you’re in a car and you hit something or something hits you, you have a ring of steel around you, you’re strapped in and can’t fly out the window, you have lots of airbags which blow up around you. Even with a good head on crash at high steep, in a car you stand good chances of getting out of the vehicle and still being able to hit the other driver for driving on the wrong side of the road. If you have a crash at high-speed on a motorbike and you go flying in the air and land with a loud ouch. The chances of getting up and whacking the other driver are very slim. So my tips for safe riding are :
Don’t be a mad cunt.
Take it steady until you get to know your bike.
Avoid racing into unknown corners.
Be aware and expect that bastard car driver to pull out in front of you.
Don’t ride in bad weather. It’s no fun.
Wear butch leather clothes with padding especially around the crotch.
However no matter what you do there’s no getting away from it, it’s a bit risky. So ever time I jump on my trusty Suzuki I ask myself am I prepared to die today. So if I happen to hit a tree while avoiding a stick in the road, it won’t come as big surprise when I’m lying in a ditch breathing my last breath.
I really love riding motorbikes. There are few moments in life when you feel really exhilarated and I always get a big thrill zooming on my bike. Given the choice , I wouldn’t want to die in the next 50 years or so. However if I was going to snuff it, I’d like to die riding my motorbike.
