The thing which inhibits me the most about riding motorcycles is grief. In the 1970s in Melbourne, Peter Stevens as a main dealer. He sponsored guys on superbikes, so I did have much to do with them. His name is Steve Chiodo. I found out today that his son John has just been killed while riding a motorcycle on public roads. I was married when I was 23. By that time I could name about twenty guys who had been killed on public roads while riding motorcycles. I did not expect to live past age 29, however at age 29, I finished my first diploma, and I began road racing. Being killed while road racing is not an issue - it is a very rare occurrence. However being injured at age 83 is not smart, when your wife tells you that if you are injured she will not care for you. I would end-up in an aged care facility - that is a fate worse than death. I am not afraid of dying, because I am not religious. The burning fires of hell mean nothing to me.
I had to laugh. When I began building the Seeley 850, I sold my Triton 500 to my mate who had built it in about 1957. He sold it to a young guy in the next town to me. He fired it up and decided to ride it on one of our better back-roads and scared himself shitless. He decided to race it. On the start line he looked around at all the old bearded idiots, and thought he was in with a chance. He then found out that he did not know how to ride a motorcycle. He had ridden a variety of large motorcycles on public roads for about 20 years. I am kind to people who have never road-raced. What you see is not what you get. Old bikes on a race circuit always look slow. Apparently the most dangerous motorcycle ever was the SS100 Brough Superior. Modern motorcycles are much easier, unless you believe you can really twist their neck on a race track. When Minogue bent himself, I know what he did. When you drive a Formula 5000 car over Lukey Heights, it can be given heaps. On the 600cc sports bike, he immediately lost the front. I am supposed to feel sorry for him - but in his case, everybody else is an idiot. Racing car drivers all want to be John Surtees. World champions on both 2 and 4 wheels.