> It wasn’t for me; I’m not saying it’s not for others. It was for me for a while until I got the fear after a near crash, became a father and ... it's not rea

> It wasn’t for me; I’m not saying it’s not for others. It was for me for a while until I got the fear after a near crash, became a father and ... it's not really worth it anymore. Still get dark thoughts about all the close calls I had and stupid shit I did (riding 6K km through Africa with fork oil dripping all over my front break disk). Problem is as soon as I get on the bike I become fearless again. > The kicker for me is you can do everything perfectly correctly and a drunk driver sideswipes you and you’re just a list of organs available. Yeah that's the old "you have to get it right all the time, they only need to get it right once"