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Actually
The Danish numbers for this season speaks for it self: 2 dead riders in 2 days ...
It's more often than I care that we see members posting about buddy's that have been killed riding ....
This site have a RIP thread ......
I know that even though it breaks my heart every time I hear of a fellow rider being killed (and it does not really matter if I knew the person), - I can't imagine myself not to ride ....
But: Why do we do it?
Is it that the gain is bigger than the risks? The fact that most of us only really come alive when we feel that wonderful rush of hitting that perfect apex, only really can relax when we have gone to the edge of our abilities once again, pushing our own limits just a bit more?
Or is it simply a matter of us living in a world that have become so safe, that we now need our bikes to remind us of our mortality, - since death really makes us appreciate living?
For me I think it's a combo of the above. I don't consider myself an adrenaline junkie, but I do enjoy the feeling of staring danger in it's face and get away with it!
Still, - every time I read about these death accidents, I reconsider if it's worth the risk ...,- and so far I have always come to the same conclusion:
The feeling of riding is such a great liberating feeling, that I'd rather ride and crash, than newer to rider at all.
put me up to this thread.You know what? If I didnt love riding so freaking much, if it didn't just make what ever is broken in my brain feel right and proper, if it didnt do something profound for all of us, I would be scared to freaking death to get on a bike.
The Danish numbers for this season speaks for it self: 2 dead riders in 2 days ...
It's more often than I care that we see members posting about buddy's that have been killed riding ....
This site have a RIP thread ......
I know that even though it breaks my heart every time I hear of a fellow rider being killed (and it does not really matter if I knew the person), - I can't imagine myself not to ride ....
But: Why do we do it?
Is it that the gain is bigger than the risks? The fact that most of us only really come alive when we feel that wonderful rush of hitting that perfect apex, only really can relax when we have gone to the edge of our abilities once again, pushing our own limits just a bit more?
Or is it simply a matter of us living in a world that have become so safe, that we now need our bikes to remind us of our mortality, - since death really makes us appreciate living?
For me I think it's a combo of the above. I don't consider myself an adrenaline junkie, but I do enjoy the feeling of staring danger in it's face and get away with it!
Still, - every time I read about these death accidents, I reconsider if it's worth the risk ...,- and so far I have always come to the same conclusion:
The feeling of riding is such a great liberating feeling, that I'd rather ride and crash, than newer to rider at all.