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Here's a couple for you:
A friend was driving along the highway and sees two bikes approaching in his rear view at high speed. They pass him, try to change two lanes at once, clip each other then the car in front of him, bounce off the center wall, and are promptly splattered all over the road by a large truck. Right in front of him. Granted, they were riding dangerously.
Another friend used to work in the ER. A guy was brought in by ambulance, had been hit on his bike through no fault of his own. He was lucid and talking on the gurney until they unstrapped his helmet. Most of his head stayed inside when they removed it. He died almost instantly. Almost.
Those are the stories I remember when I start jonesing for a bike.
(You asked to be talked out of it...)
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