>>>>Seems like, IIRC, your family are prone to bike accidents ?
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>>>LOL Maybe family accidents generally ?
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>>>One sister was knocked off her motorbike some years ago. Broken bones
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>>>One sister lots of falling off her horse. Broken bones.
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>>>One brother couple of car crashes. One bicycle accident (this one) and many years ago one skateboard accident (broken bones).
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>>>Me couple of motorcycle crashes. Once through a car windscreen. One bicycle accident.
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>>>Not so bad but I don't know what to compare it with
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>>Sounds definitely accident prone. I'd guess that statistically you'd probably need 6 brothers and 6 sisters to approach the average :-}
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>I once worked with a guy who was the youngest of 3 brothers. Oldest turns 16 (legal driving age), announces "I'm getting a motorbike", does so, kills himself in a crash.
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>Second brother turns 16, announces "I'm getting a motorbike". Mother begs him not to. He does anyways, gets in a crash and kills himself.
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>Martin turns 16, announces "I'm getting a motorbike". Mother is utterly beside herself (can you imagine?). Martin reluctantly agrees not to get one, he sticks to autos. AFAIK he's alive and well.
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>I took exactly one trip in an auto with him when we were in our mid-20s. He was driving, I was in the passenger seat. We were talking, when he had something to say he would turn his head and face me, and say his piece for 15 - 20 seconds at a time, while driving. Even if I interrupted and told him to watch the road, he would keep facing me and finish what he was saying before returning his attention to the road.
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>I think his saving grace was living and working on small islands, he was driving a boat far more than cars, and the car driving was basically never in large towns or cities.

Tell ya what - 6 months and I still cant put weight on my right leg....so much for motorbikes. Problem isn't so much the bike - it's the other idiots on the road. I need something safer - like a nice 70's Lotus Europa for example. (now picture the girly girls in my house with hands on hips, tapping foot, and look of utter contempt as I attempt to explain that).