What I really really hate though, is a non-biker trying to make conversation with you; “Bikes are sooo dangerous. I have heard of my cousin's uncle's so-and-so who came off the other day – died instantly – body was pulp – head was off. And the head always comes off. Or the legs. Or the body split in two. For the next half an hour I have to listen to the gory details of some unfortunate soul.
That is the other association with bikes. Roadkill.
I you are afraid to die, dont get out of your bloody bed in the morning. In fact, get under it, because the roof might just cave in on you!
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