I’m only over 30 and there’s a motorcycle fatality almost every day here in SoCal where I live and ride. Mostly crotch rockets weaving in and out of traffic but the amount of disgraced drivers I see has to play a role. When I’m on the bike I just assume that no one sees me and ride accordingly.

.Cell phones have changed how I look at other drivers and what I’m looking for. I think the depth of distraction is deeper, but I’m not so sure the frequency of distraction is higher.

These days, I don’t see nearly as many women staring in there mirror, putting on makeup. Nor do I see maps or newspapers on the steering wheels. Something I used to see regularly. I can’t think when I last saw a woman pulling off pantyhose or a man struggling out of his jacket and tie while driving.

aggression and anger seem to have gone up. Ramming sand shootings were rare. Today, they aren’t as rare. Though truthfully, they still are rare.

it has changed my riding habits. As has aging probably. For I’m not so convinced of my invulnerability as I once was. I don’t ride to work these days because the commute sucks. The pleasure to risk balance has to be more strongly skewed to pleasure than it used to be.