I rode for 42 years, and loved every minute.
I had one crash in all that time. Someone in a pickup topped a hill in front of me in my lane. It was either his grill or the ditch. I chose the ditch. I wound up in the hospital with few places that didn't hurt. Waiting until I was well enough to ride.
It was worth it. Forty two years of putting it in the wind, freedom, seeing, feeling and smelling the country, one back road at a time. Touring the blue highways, watching cows, having lunch beside a stream. Lying in the grass watching clouds. Lemonade on a hot day in a small town. Lots of back roads and good memories.
I would have rather died at 40, than sit on the porch til I was 80, wishing I'd have done something.
I miss my bike.
Tuck