I crashed twice this year. The first race back was about conquering fear. Then I realized I still like bike racing. The second crash was not as bad as the fist, and still the first race back was about conquering fear. I realized I still like bike racing.
I don't justify the risk; that takes too much energy. I simply do what I enjoy. Well, that and I have a deep inner desire to crush your soul.
If what I enjoy changes, and I somehow come to terms with whatever the hell is wrong with me, so be it...