The line to kick my ass into a bloody pulp if I ever got a motorcyle is long and deep.....
My dad lost his brother to a motorcycle accident. It started 25 years ago when he went head first into a tree, and they peeled his helmet off his head in pieces. He was messed up ever since. Then one day the cops found him dead in a deep ravine around a curve in the road. Apparently he stopped at a nearby rest stop and forgot to retract his kick stand. He leaned into the corner, where the kick stand hit the deck and spun him out. I guess he died quickly.
Also had a cousin in and out of casts for years from a motorcyle accident. He shattered every bone in his right leg. He still walks with a limp. Given all that, my dad says he'll be the first to whoop my ass, then my wife, then my sister.
But still, I'm really drawn to motorcycles. No crotch rockets, but a maybe a BMW R1200 GS or similar. Or a Harley, yeah, that's the ticket! I'd surely kill myself on one of those 120 MPH crotch rockets....