My coworker lost both of his legs around 2007 when a teenager hit him on his motorcycle. And I don't mean they landed in the bushes and he couldn't find them, I mean they had to amputate, partly because he was diabetic. He also lost about 80-90% of his vision permanently.
My oldest brother wrecked with his girlfriend on the back of his bike and she did not survive. He didn't ride for years, but my 2 brothers still ride now and they are around 60 years old. My dad (born 1930) was hit head-on by a car in a Lexington, Kentucky intersection on his Indian Chief motorcycle and woke up on the doorstep of a diner, with the waitress holding a washcloth to his head. He was lucky.
I respect bikers and try to drive safe for their sake, and most ARE safe drivers.
This risk is up to them, but I don't think I will be owning anything more than my mountain bike.
Heck, I saw a car wreck just 2 hours ago, and the older I get the more I dislike automobiles in general.
There is no reward without risk, I suppose.
(For more of my philosophy and B.S. find me as DeReK DaRkLy on AboveTopSecret.com)