Very nice. Had too many friends and my own stepfather hit or killed while on a bike.
I've been rear ended, cut-off, pushed into oncoming traffic, had a truck blow a tire 50' in front of me, & run out of my lane.
I've kicked in a fender and knocked off a mirror while doing 60+ when I lived in the Dallas area. I'm young (27), but I have ridden a bike almost since I could ride a bicycle, and had my motorcycle license before I could legally drive a car (15). I've probably had my knees in the breeze and my butt in the saddle for more than 200,000 miles of daily commute. My current bike is flat black, no front fender, no shield, suicide shift, and LOUD. Bikers are some of the roughest, best, real people you could ever have the honor to meet.
Would not trade any of it for anything, but my very young family is forcing me to rethink things just for these reasons. I will pass this around, and always wear my brain bucket (I hate that thing) because the cagers NEVER see you.
Motor easy boys...motor easy.