Cue the "I knew someone" obligatory stories of motorcycle mayhem.

My cousin and his fiance were coming up to see his parents...something...nobody knows what caused cux to lose control of his bike...he and his fiance slide backwards into a tree...broke their necks...

Accantence in Jr. High was tooling along...dog...skids through a gravel parking lot...tried to eat the roof line of a parked car. He lost.

I rode a Kawasaki 250 enduro through high school...unscathed.

Wouldn't get on one to save my asss, these days. Not that, after proper relearning how to ride, I wouldn't trust myself...I just don't trust all the other idiots out there...not to mention magically appearing dogs.

Be careful out there...