I’ve been riding bikes over 30 years. damn. Most of it here in Atlanta.
Anyway, the old fart down the street from me when I was a teen told me something. There’s two kinds of bikers. Them that’s been down, and them that’s going down. I suspect he had 50+ years riding at that point, but I refused to believe it. I’m too careful, too good, and too paranoid to let anyone “get” me. My riding is safe and sane, no wheelies or stoppies or stupidity like that.
It’s not about you and your gear. It’s the assholes in a car who “didn’t see him”, or worse, the ones who don’t care.
I got tagged by two hit-and-run drivers in the space of 6 months a few years back. The first was minor with no injuries - Spalding Drive in D-woody. The other was in Buckhead, rush hour. VERY BAD.
I didn’t ride in town for 5 years, except on the Ural. No one will hit you on that, because it’s just too damned ugly or interesting. Where people will pull right out in front of me in the Yukon or on a bike, if I’m on the Ural, they just stop and stare. Perhaps the machinegun helps.
I tried using my scooters to commute from Gwinnett to Buckhead for a while, but people are just too damn crazy at rush hour. My Ducatis can get out of the way, but not the scooters.
I feel for you, and I wish I could find the stats you’re looking for. The one’s that don’t include the “hey-watch this” crowd. I **would **like to find honest stats on responsible riders and how often a car takes them out, because that’s the only kind of wreck we have.
Do what I did. Give up the city riding. It’s no fun there for the most part.
Get up Saturday morning, head up past Dalonehga on 60 to 2 Wheels Only and grab a burger. Then come play in the mountains, across 180 to Blood Mountain, over to Brasstown Bald - you get the picture.
Come swing through the mountains away from the 5 million idiots with cars & you will last longer & get laid more. (happy wife)
Isn’t that what motorcyling is all about anyway?