Bones heal, pain is temporary, and chicks dig scars
Harley-Davidson is the finest company in the world.
Risk is good. Not properly managing your risk is a dangerous leap.
In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings.
I went through life big-bang-banda-boom-bada-boom.
But you come to a point in your life when you can't pull the trigger anymore.