Death is inches away and can created by a multitude of simple human actions; a sneeze, a glance to the side, dropped phone, simple inattention, a wild card event resulting in a weave or 12" or less into the legally designated bike lane. 2 tons vs 50 lbs. Who's the winner? Does it matter who had the right of way? NO. Unarguable. Dead is dead. Play the odds, take your chances.
Ya, but you’ll be in really good shape until then 🙂
Actually, I’m not seeking death, but at this point in my life there’s worse ways to go.
The biggest downside would be inflicting on someone else the burden of having killed me.
At 62, because of bicycles I can be athletic, every day. And at 62 I can ride a bicycle all the way across West Texas in summer, and then decide to turn right at the NM State Line and go up the Plains instead.
So for me it’s worth the risk.
I can't tell anyone in this limited space what cycling has done for me. I've rode over 60 miles in the last 2 days. I couldn't even walk a mile last year because of bad knees and back and being over weight. I was on 4 pain pills a day and 4 injections every 3 months. I have no pain now with no meds or injections,and my weight has gone from 330 to 175. I'm 51 and feel better and can do more physically than I have ever been able to do.
