I know there are many who say riding a motorcycle (or jumping out of airplanes, or wrestling crocodiles) constitutes "living," and they're willing to die for the pleasure of it... but what about family, friends, the continuing development of yourself as a person, the simple pleasure of watching the world go 'round?
I fear that most people who say they'd rather die young than give up a risky behavior they love would feel differently the instant after
it (heaven forbid) happened to them. At least I hope so... I hope life is more precious to them than they realize. I'd love to jump out of a plane myself -- and I plan to, when I'm 110 years old and diagnosed with something terminal.
It's absolutely true that the motorcycle rider is usually innocent, which makes the deaths all the more heartbreaking. Of all those I've known who died, only one was at fault: my 18-year-old cousin, who went out in a hurry on a moonless night and simply drove into the side of a train three blocks from his house.