Many years ago, I rode motorcycles. I, and several others I worked with, commuted on them and did lunch-time rides occasionally. One day, I was heading back to work after lunch and came upon and accident scene. Semi turned left in front of a motorcycle. I recognized the bike right away. Mike had just gotten a new custom paint job and there was no mistaking it. I stopped and talked to one of the cops on scene and was told he wasn't going to make it. I was tasked with picking his wife up from her work and driving her to the hospital hoping to get her there before he passed away. He left behind not only a wife but two young daughters. I sold my motorcycle a few months later. Not due to fear but it just wasn't fun any more. You've got to do what feels right to you regardless of what the "sensible" thing is.