
Originally Posted by
kenyonchris
Having said that, I still ride my bike. I know that I am vulnerable, to drunk drivers, distracted drivers, teenage drivers, stupid drivers, sleepy drivers, blind turns, my own dumb stupidity, rocks, cracks, flats, mechanical failures on cars, mechanical failures on my bike. If I am unlucky enough to be hit, negligently or accidentally, at least I have lived a full, active life. It doesn't make it any better, but those people are out there, I work to take them off the streets every single day, and I will NOT be held hostage by them. If I encounter one on my bike and come out the loser for it, then I was doing something I love and refuse to give up even though the other half exists and always will, no matter how many people I stop, warn, caution, cite, arrest, and testify against. My own risk and vulnerability is something I accept, it doesn't make tragic outcomes any less tragic, but I would hope the my loved ones knew that I loved what I do every time I get on a bike and venture out there...