The only reason I was allowed my first bike back in '71 was because a co-worker of my mom (a former motor officer) told her that motorcycle riders become better car drivers. So, yeah. I learned defensive skills that have served me well for a long time. Forget the car, watch the driver and the front wheels.
Not counting an off-road crash caused by a dog's teeth locking onto my calf, I've ridden/driven about 1,000,000 miles (all vehicles) and never an at fault accident. I guess I could count pulling into my overcrowded, poorly organized garage last week when my foot slipped off the kickstand as I was putting it down. I lost control of the bike as it leaned into a stack of drywall against the wall and I was pinned. I managed to get myself out, but wasn't able to lift the bike back up standing on the "wrong" side. Thank God for good neighbors. Whew!
