I had a pretty decent crash yesterday (came up short on a 70 foot table and bounced off the end...wasn't able to get it straight) and posted on facebook that I was sore from the wreck. That was followed by comments from friends and family that I'm not a youngster anymore and that I'm gonna kill myself doing this sport. It got me thinking that people who don't ride simply do not understand why we do the things we do. They see flying through the air or woods or desert at considerable speed as an unnecessary risk and that we should stick to more pedestrian sports like curling and underwater basket weaving to prevent injury. I think most of us see it this way: I could get hit by a truck crossing the street tomorrow or slip in the shower and break my neck. Every second of our lives is filled with risk. I refuse to give up something that I love to do so that I can die of natural causes having lived a long and dreadfully boring life. People who don't ride don't seem to comprehend that to us, this isn't merely a hobby. Hell, with the amount of money we spend you might call it a maniacal obsession. But it's more like a lifestyle. It's the reason we want to be healthier. It's the reason we'll take extra hours for a little overtime pay during the week. It's the reason we spend hours milling over detailed service manuals learning the intricacies of our machines. It's the reason we cram 5 bikes into an S-10 and drive 100 miles. It's the reason we don't care about expensive clothes and cars. And it's the reason we have an instant kinship with anyone else who rides. It's what we love. And if a bit of pain is the most we have to pay...then it's well worth the cost.