“You’ll shoot your eye out, kid!”
After nearly two decades in the game I would’ve thought that by now people’s comments about how dangerous motorcycles are would just roll right off my back. Or at the very least that I’d be able to keep my trap shut and just make some polite acknowledgement that I’ve heard what they said.
Why, oh why do I feel compelled to remind them that EVERYTHING IS DANGEROUS?
While some things are improbable – shit still happens. People get shot at the mall, get flesh eating diseases, win Powerball and get struck by lightning. What the hell are you supposed to do? Put on a bubblewrap suit and spend the rest of your days at home?
Did I ever tell you about that time when someone drove their car through the front of my grandmothers house? (Yes, seriously.) You aren’t even safe at home on the damned couch!
Absolute safety is an illusion. People just manage to find a personal level of acceptable risk and try to minimize their potential for injury. The rest is up to the universe.
I suppose the other part of these exchanges that I don’t understand is what the person telling me that motorcycles are dangerous wants me to do with that tidbit of enlightenment.
Okay! Motorcycles are dangerous. Now what happens?