So how lucky are we? I am of course talking about how we manage to share roads with multi-ton vehicles and come home alive each day. I know I've had my fair share of close calls, many of which could have gone very bad but were somehow prevented by the smallest of margins. Situations that seem too good to be true that had they gone any other way would have resulted in an imediate trip to the hospital, or worse yet... I've been riding for a little over two years and have had many opportunities to see my maker but so far so good. I guess I'm just waiting for the day that my time runs out and something bad happens, it has to happen eventually right? Maybe we just wise up over the years and become more careful with what we do but it still seems like the odds are there for misfortune to prevail. There are some roads I used to ride on everyday that I will not even touch now. So I assume we do get better at this "staying in one piece." Anyone ever wonder how we manage to pull this off?