Any time I see a motorcycle accident mentioned on the news, I pay close attention, because Cliff and I are fully aware that a person is not as safe on a motorcycle as he is in a car.
Motorcycle deaths have more than doubled in the United States in the past nine years. One reason cited is older riders on more powerful bikes; that would be us.
Almost 60% of motorcycle fatalities in single vehicle crashes occur at night. One of these occurred in the Kansas City area over the weekend.
That is not us. We avoid night-riding like the plague.
One thing Cliff and I have a hard time understanding is the number of biker bars seen along scenic byways; we pass them and see dozens of motorcycles parked there, and we know full well that many of the drivers of those motorcycles are drinking; we've gone inside and seen them doing it. Drinking and driving is crazy enough in an automobile, but on a motorcycle, it has to be one of the stupidest things ever. In 2005, one in three motorcycle deaths were alcohol-related. I found that information HERE. That's one statistic Cliff and I won't be taking part in.
The motorcycle accident that worries us most is the kind that happened locally over the weekend, not twenty miles away from us; you can read about it HERE. An eighteen-year-old woman failed to yield to a motorcycle. I wonder if she was talking on a cell phone or texting. You can do everything right, and still get killed by an idiot, or a kid that thinks she's invulnerable.
I don't obsess about these things, although the statistics are terrifying. Cliff makes every effort to keep us out of harm's way, and I say quite a few silent prayers while riding.
It won't be long before we voluntarily end our motorcycle-riding phase; hopefully we will know the proper time to do that.
Meanwhile, we sure are having fun. I do hope we get to safely take that one long road trip before we retire the Gold Wing.