[David]

Very sad to hear but glad you stopped to help. My neighbor across the street died on his bike last year leaving a young daughter without a dad. Like many other stories here, his blue jeans came off in the wreck. A stopped motorist was kind enough to retrieve a blanket from his car to cover him, but it's not a dignified way to go.

I'd be perfectly content to never ride a motorcycle again but my wife refuses to sell hers so I keep mine. You'd think two Porsches would be enough to satisfy her need for speed or freedom or whatever it is, who knows.