It's an unfortunate side effect of the motorcycle lifestyle. Whan I lived in the UK, motorcycles were an integral part of the traffic pattern and people expected to see them. For Stu to have had the kind of wreck he had, maybe that's not the case any more.
When I moved to the Seattle area, I was intendiung to have a bike. If I'd been able to afford the £ 420 employee price on a new 68 Commando I'd have had Boeing ship it over for me!
Once I got here and started to evaluate the traffic, it became very obvious that motorcycle riders were invisible. The head of the Washington State Patrol was quoted as saying "there are two kinds of motorcycle riders - those who have had a bad accident and those who soon will".
I took him seriously and have never ridden a bike in this country. Now that we live in a small seaside town (<16000 population) I've toyed with the idea of getting a bike. There was a hell of a good deal on a Honda CX500 on the street side a week or two back.
Unfortunately SWMBO has said "absolutely no way in hell - not even a Vespa", so in the interests of domestic tranquility, I don't see a bike in my future. She knows several ladies in their early 90s who have outlived their husbands by 15 years or so and are still driving their 85 Cadillac Devilles, even though they can't see the front of the hood. On reflection, maybe there shouldn't be a two-wheeler in my future - it may shorten it unduly!