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In 2004 I started to count all the RIP posts from this board and in 2005 I posted a list of all the deaths at year end.
I got home from my ride this weekend and sadly discovered it has been a late season death fest. I decided that posting such a list on here once again was just too freaky and wierd.
There will be zero lessons learned from those deaths, because for every rider on here who thinks for a minute and changes their riding habits to increase their probability of survival, a new group of riders rolls into the mix and some of those meet jump forward to meet with the great statistician.
Riders die becasue they put themsleves in fatal situations, such as
Riding Too Fast and fast is a relative term
Speeding on Public Roads - The more I think about this the more I realize that when we speed we are putting an increasing portion of our survivabilty into the hands of other drivers and riders 99% of who are clueless
Lack of Experience and that causes those riders to be unable to realize until it is too late that they are going to be f**cked and badly too
Lousy gear when riders crash increases mortality and the severity of injury
Too Much Bike for the Rider combined with inexperince and bravado.
What will slow this carnage? Nothing probably, but after watching and participating in the BBCCOM helmet/gear debate and the endless "I can handle a 600/litre bike," I think that at some point the regulators will step in if for no other reason to make political hay by trying to "help the public good"
It is very sad when the family members of dead riders post on here; their lives and happiness has been forever altered. They are also victims of rider error.
this year 20 + riders will die and be posted on here, the same as last year and in 2007 20+ more will die, this is an inevitable as the sun coming up and it raining in Vancovuer all winter.
I am only going to post about trips and things that make riding more fun.
I will no longer take part in the mindless drivel about helmets, dead riders and other such crap it is a waste of bandwidth and of my brain.
Now I am going riding
I got home from my ride this weekend and sadly discovered it has been a late season death fest. I decided that posting such a list on here once again was just too freaky and wierd.
There will be zero lessons learned from those deaths, because for every rider on here who thinks for a minute and changes their riding habits to increase their probability of survival, a new group of riders rolls into the mix and some of those meet jump forward to meet with the great statistician.
Riders die becasue they put themsleves in fatal situations, such as
Riding Too Fast and fast is a relative term
Speeding on Public Roads - The more I think about this the more I realize that when we speed we are putting an increasing portion of our survivabilty into the hands of other drivers and riders 99% of who are clueless
Lack of Experience and that causes those riders to be unable to realize until it is too late that they are going to be f**cked and badly too
Lousy gear when riders crash increases mortality and the severity of injury
Too Much Bike for the Rider combined with inexperince and bravado.
What will slow this carnage? Nothing probably, but after watching and participating in the BBCCOM helmet/gear debate and the endless "I can handle a 600/litre bike," I think that at some point the regulators will step in if for no other reason to make political hay by trying to "help the public good"
It is very sad when the family members of dead riders post on here; their lives and happiness has been forever altered. They are also victims of rider error.
this year 20 + riders will die and be posted on here, the same as last year and in 2007 20+ more will die, this is an inevitable as the sun coming up and it raining in Vancovuer all winter.
I am only going to post about trips and things that make riding more fun.
I will no longer take part in the mindless drivel about helmets, dead riders and other such crap it is a waste of bandwidth and of my brain.
Now I am going riding