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Some times I feel like solder that is so battle hardened numb does even flinch as shots land around him and take a neighbor or two out. After so many close calls by pure luck or being as much out the way as I can, it happens so fast for any reaction > I feel guilty or a crazy squid not to react hardly at all. Take what ever attitude and style you like in order to ride, I always think if this is good day to die before making lasting memories every time out by my own hand or by Fate The Hunter. Best Wishes not to end up with my world view. I used to go out to hunt sports bikes down on Peel, to work up nerve that takes I braked and braked till either freaked out of control or getting calm with it, then lean fouling, then over steering then over powering, then lean and over steering then lean, over steering and overpowering before the lessor G's needed to wipe balloon tire sneers off. I am not an example to follow safely but have more self control than the late Hunter drunkard-drugged poet, just no defense against fate as everyone else. Sometimes I exercise enough control I take off suit/helmet, shut bike off and take the cage and hit deer dogs, rabbits squirels skunks birds and limbs or mud and wild flyers with WOT stereo.