So True. At age 25 I crashed a honda 750F drag racing a pontiac GTO from a stoplight. I was broken up pretty badly. A witness to my stupidity saved my life by peeling my jacket off me and bandaging a large gash in my back which I recieved from landing on the stub of a cut off sign post. That gash took about 100 stitches to close. I broke my hip socket and collar bone as well. I got up from my crash and went to drag the bike off the road with my one good arm, and my femur dislocated from my hip socket and down I went again. I was young and stupid. I rode like a maniac. All my friends told me I rode like a maniac long before I proved them right on the day of my "accident".
After paying that price as a young man, I don't feel the urge to push any bike to it's limit. I can enjoy laying my commando into a sweeping corner without having to do it at a speeds that send thrills down my spine. It's enough to enjoy the nimble handling of my commando without pushing the limit so much that another accident is only a matter of time.