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Live Longer by Riding a Motorcycle (sort of)

When I tell people I ride a motorcycle, they're either really excited (because they ride too), or horrified that I would take such careless risks with my life. Just how dangerous is motorcycle riding, though? Before I bought my first bike I did some research and came to the conclusion: not very.

Let's look at the data.

In 2006, there were 35 motorcycle deaths per 100 million miles of distance traveled by motorcyclist. That means that, on average, for me to die riding a motorcycle, I'd have to ride 2.8 million miles, assuming I'm an average rider. Last year I rode somewhere around 1000 miles, giving me a .035% chance of death.

That's a lot of riding, and not a lot of death.

A Story That No One Will Ever Forget.

On The Mad Ink3r

I'm working on my memoir to say the least, and I feel happy, sad, excited, nervous, and all of those mixed emotions. It's hard to write your own life story in a book, and come from a place of nothingness. For about six years and a half now, I've had a story worth telling but always feared what others would think about me. I guess things will keep happening to me until I speak on the things that has haunted me from day one. I don't have too many friends but the ones I do have counted on me for leadership and example...I messed that up. Just like anyone else I'm human but it's only natural to live and to learn. This is going to be a challenge to work on, because it's all based on a true story and I deserve to breakdown certain things here and there to share with the people.

Being passionate about something is a gift, and when you have so much ambition and drive don't take that for granted. In my newest project (novel) I'm working on a story that gives the audience a full-on effect of who I am as a person of flaw. You get to see two sides of me in the book: The perfect side and the not so perfect side. I have grown and learned a lot about myself personally, and I can always improve.

To me life is so thin and can slip from anyone's hand in a second. As a young adult there are a lot of up's and down's in this error, but that's just this generation period. I mean life can really beat you down and humble you enough, to make you see that you're not too proud or flawless for anything to happen to you, also. I remember when I used to look at young pregnant girls and just say, "Wow....that's a shame". You can't really judge someone in their situation, because everybody goes through stuff -just differently. I almost lost my faith in all of this but for some reason that's the only thing that never wavered.

I'd like to think that I'm independent enough to do as I please, but I'm sure there are many others who can relate to a similar story! It may not have a happy ending, or maybe it just might but whatever the case ....I'm here going through it all and I'm still pressing. I don't blame nobody but myself, this time.

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