I must confess I have never been tempted to buy a bike as I observed early on that everyone I knew who had done so had fallen off it at some point. That said I do admire them as machines and am not anti bike as responsible skilled bikers are courteous road users and good at positioning themselves to be seen by vehicles ahead of them.
However, the only serious road accident I have ever been in was in the French Alps when we were pulling onto a mountain road from the side road from the property were were staying in when a French biker came round the nearby bend very fast and piled into the side of us. Fortunately he flung himself backwards before the collision so he and the bike hit us separately. His helmet left a nasty dent in the nearside door and the bike wiped out the car side frame. Fortunately Mrs B and my two young daughters were unharmed. The rider suffered a broken shoulder and wrist plus minor injuries. Lucky man. The consequences were a bit of a nightmare as the Gendarmerie were biased in favour of their countryman and somewhat hostile. especially as two of his mates who were following him appear to have claimed to see me pulling out in front of him when they were actually so far back that they only came round the corner after I had got out of the car to check on him. It’s difficult to make a statement in French when you have a poor command of the language. To cut a long story short I wasn’t charged, but the car came home on a trailer and we were given a huge Renault hire car by the RAC to get us 800 miles back to the ferry port where we travelled as foot passengers and then had to cram into a Vauxhall Astra at Portsmouth for the drive home. Our car was a Primera and a lease car owned by my employers. It was eventually repaired with a new side frame but never drove properly afterwards. My employers dealt with the insurance issues and it was apparently very expensive!
More recently, earlier this year, my Nephew was doing some moto cross on a hired trials bike when he hit a tree root, was thrown off and broke his back. Fortunately his spinal cord remained intact but he sent me copies of the X ray of his broken vertebrae which looked very nasty indeed. He has spent months in a back brace and is slowly recovering but with that sort of injury you are never the same again. He was lucky not to end up in a wheelchair.
So, for me, bikes are nice to look at but just too vulnerable for my liking. No matter how good a rider you are, some idiot can easily ruin your life through no fault of your own. The odds have always been too great for me!
Having said that, I must confess that while I had the boats we had a few hairy moments of a different kind altogether. The sailing experience can be summed up by a reasonable number of sublime moments (often involving a glass of wine in a picturesque anchorage at sunset), a lot of regular discomfort such as when plugging the tide in driving rain with the wind against you in the western Solent and a few, but unforgettable, moments of terror when things could have gone fatally pear shaped very quickly but somehow didn’t.
Colin