How the hell do we keep screwing up like this?:D

I'd have to say the same.

Luckily my nads aren't that big... The moment the bike gets twitchy I let off the throttle.....

When I was in hs and college the girls that were into cars and bikes were dikes.

I think there is something in the back of my mind that was permanently affected by my big crash without a helmet. I feel like I am always aware of my own mortality and tend to brake too much now. I realize that a less fast, safe ride is more fun that a fast ride that ends in a crash.

See, that's the difference. I am not a speed demon. Especially because I have two boys. I want to enjoy it but safely. I don't think you give up your passions ever. You can tone them down. Be more strategic about when and how to do it so it is more safe and financially smart for your family. I want to teach my kids to love life. Not to live in a bubble. Enjoy what you love... Even it means you have to tone it down. :) I plan to be the large tushed gray haired Asian woman on her bike cruising down highway 1 one day....

You implying I am a "dike"? Not my words...

I'm not but I guess since I am a rare breed someone might think that...

Yeah, I used to be all about driving the 911, now it doesn't matter so much. It is still fun when I can and I still pick up the pace in strategic locations but not like I used to. Same philosphy as on my bike.

But if you scale it back, it looses the adrenaline rush.....

I live in a mountainous region with so many curves to the roads our kids learn the alphabet by driving. This area just screams to performance vehicles, and I like to scream back at them. That and not really giving a flying rats nest if I see tomorrow tends to placate my love of speed and corners

Max....

Define big crash?

Yeah, but the bike still has plenty of sensations of speed, and there is nothing like knowing your skull is cracked and having a half-paralyzed face for a week, and having permanent hearing loss in one ear, and scars all over... to make you realize it is not about that last 0.01 seconds.

I am and proud of it:D

You can still get your thrills, I just do it with a touch more conservatism that I used to. That way the family gets to share it it if they choose - and hopefully it sets a reasonably good example for the kids on how to do things responsibly. The bike will come.

Myself I trust, it's the other a$$hats out on the road sipping the lattes with one hand, talking on the phone with the other and driving with the knee that make me cautious. 7 major accidents in my time, not one my fault.

YMMV.

High sided on a turn, back of the head whiplashed on the pavement. Top of a mountain road here in SLO. I don't really remember much else about the crash other than I was really f***ed up. The rear wheel was potat-chipped but it was good enough for me to ride the miles back to the car and drive myself to the school health center, where they then took me away in an ambulance.

My shirt was all torn up and bloody. I had facial cuts that bled profusely. And so on.

I had to spend a night or two in the hospital and hated it. I walked out a day or so later and bought a helmet. Back on the bike the next week I think. It was right around Halloween so I fit right in as I was walking back in my torn, bloody shirt with bandages all over. :)

That is the real issue. I trust myself, but not the other guys.

Every accident I have ever been in has been my fault, Roll overs, shattered frames, you name it. It just taught me to pay more attention to what the car is telling me and to not got close to my own limits. I go faster by slowing down. But slow is a relative term for me.

Most of the scars you see on me in my bike photos were from a low-side about a year later on the Snake. I was not going faster than usual but for some reason the tires slid out from under me. I had bad road rash everywhere. Legs and arms. I was riding the next day, though.

That first accident caused me to hear at about half volume in my right ear. That was from the blood swelling from the cracked skull and vein or something and it was pressing on a nerve that caused me to loose sensation and most muscle control on that side of my face. There was a ringing in my ears bad for a long time and they wanted to puncture the eardrum to let the fluid out but I did not want them to. I still have a ringing in my ears if things are quiet. I guess it could be from that.

I was a really cranky patient. I did not like going to all the follow-up stuff and wanted to just let myself heal on my own. I was really ashamed of all the medical expenses. I hate hospitals.

Tacos its whats for dinner. Mostly cause thats what I'm fixing so get out of my kitchen!!!!!

I was learning that lesson this past weekend Rick, autocrossed the 911 for the first time. Far more car there than I ever imagined. Kept having to dial it back.