Can I talk about motorcycles for a minute? Wait, it's my blog. I can talk about anything I damn well please!
Motorcycles suck. They really suck. On a scale of 1 to suck, they SUCK.
If I hit someone at 60 mph/100kph, there is something rather comforting about having 1.5 tonnes/3000 pounds of steel, aluminum, and fiberglas surrounding me, not to mention the crumple zone, seatbelt, and multiple airbags that are designed to protect me. If you're on a motorcycle and you hit a car (or a concrete barrier) at 60 mph/100kph, no combination of helmet, leather jacket, and armored pants are going to save your sorry ass. It's just you and the road. The road ALWAYS WINS.
What pisses me off even more are the idiots who defend their murdercycles to the death. Literally. I've had several patients tell me that their horrific motorcycle accident was their last and they are giving up riding. But I had one guy a few months ago who had his leg nearly amputated at the knee. He adamantly told me that he would get right back on his bike as soon as he was able, because the accident wasn't his fault.
Wasn't your fault? What the hell does that matter? Whether it's your fault or not, you almost died, and you almost lost your leg. Life is a series of lessons from experiences. LEARN SOMETHING FROM THIS ONE.