The way I look at it, when my time is up, I'm gone...until then I plan to make the most/best out of my life while I have the opportunity.

To the OP: I hope you are ok and can get back to riding soon!

 

I always thought I am invincible, like I would never get mugged, robbed etc and when I started riding, I still carry that thought. I think I will die of old age, not accident and I think I will live healthy until I die in my sleep. Until that day comes, I will play and have fun in responsible way

 

I have children, and I have every intention of being around long enough to know my grandchildren when they come.

Like was posted earlier, the great majority of motorcycle crashes involve one or more of a handful of preventable conditions:

1) inexperienced rider (<3,000 miles)
2) unlicensed rider
3) no formal safety training
4) intoxicated rider

You can control for these and greatly reduce the chance of a bad ending to your ride. And I know I'm repeating others, but THE STREET IS NOT THE TRACK! If you're going to push the pace on a favorite stretch of twisty anyway, do what I do - make a first pass at moderate speed, to scout out the road for sand, debris, oil, potholes, disabled cars, any of the variables that make street riding much less predictable than the rack.

 

I'm doing OK. Here is a snippet of the article out of a local newspaper where I'm from, I edited my name and location out.
A man lost control of his motorcycle and skidded across a busy highway Thursday.

S, 25, was eastbound on X around 6:30 p.m. when he lost control and went across all four lanes of Highway X, according to the X County Sheriff’s Office. S and his motorcycle were not hit by oncoming vehicles.

S was taken by ambulance to X Medical Center, where information about his condition was not being released. His injuries were not considered life-threatening, authorities said.

Thanks everybody. The posters are right though, the accident was totally my fault, I was speeding, and riding like a maniac. I've been riding 3 years and took motorcycle safety, but I was just acting a fool and realized I wasn't invincible. I dumped my bike going about 65. I got a nasty cut above my eye requiring 13 stitches, a concussion, a seperated shoulder, and some nice road rash, but that was it. I wasn't wearing a helmet. My guardian angel was riding double with me.