[Moses]

I used to ride a lot as a kid. Had two wrecks of note. Both my fault.

First I was on an uncrowded freeway that NEVER saw traffic. As I rolled around the bend, there was an ocean of brakelights. Wreck ahead. I had a choice, lay it down or plow into the back of a pickup. I chose the truck. Just before impact I let go of the handlebars and stood up. I flew over the endgate and slammed into the back of the trucks cab. I was mostly unhurt, but it could have been awful.

Another time I was going around a curve on the way to my girlfriends house. I guess a truck had lost about half a load of pea gravel. Another choice. Lay the bike down or go straight through a white three rail fence. I chose the fence and busted through, landing on a lawn. Again, mostly unhurt.

Both times I was wearing jeans, hiking boots and a T-shirt. Never owned a helmet. Lucky? Yes. Stupid? Absolutely. I will not own another bike nor will my son as long as I have any influence.