"When I die, I want to go peacefully and quiet in my sleep, just like my grandfather.
Not screaming in fear and terror, like the passenger in his sidecar did."

Any bed will be ok by me
Pearly Gates Entry Form,Reason of Visit. Just stuffed a very nice K, St Peter wont be impressed

Not me,I want to ride right out of this insane asylum . There is no fear when you crash.Things happen so fast you don't have that luxury .It's over in a split second and while it's happening for the 5 or so seconds the whole event takes place you are totally focused on what you are doing to keep control of the motorcycle. I know this from the event I had two years ago when I hit this pot hole on the interstate at 70 MPH with some fool 10 ft behind me wanting to go faster.I hit ,the front forks bottomed out,the front end bounced up in the air ,came back down,then the tank slapper began and I regained control .This all transpired in around 5 seconds and there was no fear involved it was pure focus on dealing with things.If I lost that battle the guy on my tail would have run right over me and that would have been that. No fear ! Fear has no time to develop when you crash. Now the passenger in the side car ,well,he had way to much time to think about things .So,the moral of this story is never ride as a passenger on a motorcycle.

+1 on checking out in a crash. I had a good one almost three years ago when I got rear ended by a woman going 75mph in her KIA. A loud noise and the sensation of alternating light and dark as I tumbled in the median was all I experienced before going unconscious. Could have been pretty easy.

For years I'd hoped I could go out at the hands of a jealous husband, but alas, I never had a lot of luck getting the opportunity.

Almost found my eternal highways...
The bike did.