The Wife had ridden with me enough to know that I am good enough to survive.
Mom says, Hrmmm....
Dad says, .........
Uncle says, COOL!!!
Friends say about damn time...
Co-workers....them ignorant jackals....they were the "your going to kill yourself" crowd....
I liked to answer with a "maybe, but at least I will actually live." "Not shuffle through life avoiding the things I love because I'm skeered." "Now take your bloated ignorant ass, get back in you f'n SUV or your little Volvo, and shut the hell up about things you know nothing about."
Ask them if they ride, or have ever ridden, or are just so programed to accept the information spoon fed to them by the media that have become unable to think an original thought... Then tell them to go to there safe little homes, in their boring assed cars, kiss their boring ass wife on the cheek, and shut the F up... Besides, more folk are killed in the shower or die on the pot than on motorcycles... Remind them that Everyone dies... Not everyone trully lives...