Thanks, I imagine I will be in the same position in a few weeks time ha ha.f1r2a3n4k5 said:
I bet you are glad you took the risk though?
what is the biggest risk you have ever taken?
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I bet you are glad you took the risk though?
I can appreciate motorcyclists love of speed but I would say using a motorbike is a risk in itself.sanquin said:Making my own cable track with makeshift stuff was one. Going 100 kilometers (about 62 miles) over the speed limit, not on a highway, and I was riding a motorcycle is another one I can think of. (It was awesome though!) Not sure which was the biggest risk.
All it takes is one mistake, not necessarily from the driver, and you can wind up seriously hurt.
Of all the people I know that use motorbikes I don't know one that hasn't been hurt on them.
Sadly two of those I knew are dead and a third in a wheelchair.
Don't mean to be all negative or judgemental but just had a few too many bad experiences.
Coming out as transgender and finally seeking the help I needed. My family has been nothing but supportive though, so I'm lucky to have that while I go through everything.
In the mundane sense, probably deciding to become a philosophy professor, a field in which there are very few jobs yet which takes a Ph.D. (mountains of debt).
In the physical death-defying sense, in my dreams, I'm facing down death all the time. Most recently I covered a bomb with my body to shield some people and somehow survived the blast, immediately after going toe-to-toe with a 9 foot tall man and picking up another bomb, waiting til it was about to blow and chucking it at the one who had armed it.
But concretely, of existential import, and in the waking world: probably every time I genuinely go out of my way to try to connect with and befriend another person - which I am always looking for opportunities to do, and it generally ends in painful disappointment. That and gambling on a future which might end in a life utterly unfulfilled while fighting the impulse to 'let myself go' and settle into the slow death of unreflective mediocrity.
In the physical death-defying sense, in my dreams, I'm facing down death all the time. Most recently I covered a bomb with my body to shield some people and somehow survived the blast, immediately after going toe-to-toe with a 9 foot tall man and picking up another bomb, waiting til it was about to blow and chucking it at the one who had armed it.
But concretely, of existential import, and in the waking world: probably every time I genuinely go out of my way to try to connect with and befriend another person - which I am always looking for opportunities to do, and it generally ends in painful disappointment. That and gambling on a future which might end in a life utterly unfulfilled while fighting the impulse to 'let myself go' and settle into the slow death of unreflective mediocrity.
Did a handstand on a wall at school on which, only a year prior, an older boy had fallen, broken his neck, and was pronounced dead on ambulance arrival. (We got three days off, and an assembly vaguely alluding to someone dying)
As a child, I subconsciously sought out death like a wolf to prey. Maybe I saw my future self in a premonition or something.
As a child, I subconsciously sought out death like a wolf to prey. Maybe I saw my future self in a premonition or something.
I'm not one who takes a lot of physical risks, the only big things i've done the last 10 years were financial, quitting a job (with no future, so basically i got out before the whole thing went down) and getting a mortage for a house.
Other very very minor risks that i take are driving in the rain, because my sight gets a bit blown out when light reflects on everything when there are other people using their headlights. So, dirving while nearly lind is the most dangerous thing i do these days.
Other very very minor risks that i take are driving in the rain, because my sight gets a bit blown out when light reflects on everything when there are other people using their headlights. So, dirving while nearly lind is the most dangerous thing i do these days.
Trusting my co-director to make decisions like; trusting an idiot, investing in a property without all the money, high likelihood of getting sued into oblivion, penniless and going to jail for insider trading. Yaaaayyy.
Scrutinize everything everybody says, even if it sounds like they know what they're talking about.
Scrutinize everything everybody says, even if it sounds like they know what they're talking about.
Not much, honestly. Fooled about some places I shouldn't have when drunk, perhaps. Slept outside in a bikeshed in october once when I was locked out. I did get up on a horse that I hadn't noticed hated my guts, once. It was a rather brief ride.
(Joke aside; get well soon!)
Imagine if it is like in a garage and they suddenly find these odds nicks and lumps you had no idea of. You might walk in with a slight cough and wander out with two new arms and new gaskets.Trude said:
(Joke aside; get well soon!)
Time spent thinking clearly is time spent well, even if heavens know that can be incredibly risky, too. Good luck. If nothing else, think of that if you're still kicking, there is always a chance.MeatMachine said:
This one time I J walked and I didn't even look both ways before I crossed the street. Hard core I know.
Oh I've been hurt as well. Though nothing as bad as the people you know. I've fallen twice and have a scar on my right knee from the second time, even though I wore 3 layers at the time. (top one being motor pants) And you're right, just the mere act of driving a motorcycle is more dangerous than, say, driving a car. But then again, at least over here, motorcyclists also have to take a driving test that's double as difficult as the car one, and motorcyclists here (including me) are FAR more careful on the road than any car driver.carlsberg export said:I can appreciate motorcyclists love of speed but I would say using a motorbike is a risk in itself.sanquin said:Making my own cable track with makeshift stuff was one. Going 100 kilometers (about 62 miles) over the speed limit, not on a highway, and I was riding a motorcycle is another one I can think of. (It was awesome though!) Not sure which was the biggest risk.
All it takes is one mistake, not necessarily from the driver, and you can wind up seriously hurt.
Of all the people I know that use motorbikes I don't know one that hasn't been hurt on them.
Sadly two of those I knew are dead and a third in a wheelchair.
Don't mean to be all negative or judgemental but just had a few too many bad experiences.
Basically what I'm saying is, here in the Netherlands, as long as you aren't in an accident, motorcycles might even be safer seeing how I pay twice as much attention to my surroundings and have far better manoeuvrability. However when I DO get into an accident it's quite a bit more dangerous.
As for why I ignore the danger and drive one: My motto is that I'd rather do what I want (in moderation) and have no regrets in the end, than live healthily and carefully and regretting all the things I still wanted to do in the end. Plus, as you said, I love speed. And there's no better way to 'feel' speed than being on a 2 wheeled speed monster.
In my case a chopper, but I could still out-sprint any road car with it if I wanted to. Even if the top speed is 'only' about 180 km. (about 120 miles)
That sounds pretty crazy. Mind sharing the details of how the situation occurred and was resolved?TechNoFear said:
My life isn't very risky. Im sure that my family would tell you that I take a massive risk anytime I drive a car because I drive too fast but there isn't much else.
Actually on second thought. When I was skiing I decided that it would be a great idea to ski backwards. It was actually a lot of fun and I managed to not hurt myself badly when I inevitably fell over but I could of been hurt worse.
That very same holiday a friend of ours broke his wrist from a really simple fall while I had falls that involved me tumbling over repeatedly and smacking into things only to be completely fine.
Actually on second thought. When I was skiing I decided that it would be a great idea to ski backwards. It was actually a lot of fun and I managed to not hurt myself badly when I inevitably fell over but I could of been hurt worse.
That very same holiday a friend of ours broke his wrist from a really simple fall while I had falls that involved me tumbling over repeatedly and smacking into things only to be completely fine.
I need context, was this an onsight, and what was your redpoint at the time? Stupid in any case, but it's good to know just how stupid.Jux said:
The biggest one I can think of is climbing related too. One of my early times climbing outdoors while I was still terrified of lead climbing, we misread the route map and instead of the 11a climb that I expected I got on a 12b route that was still being bolted. That's not so bad on its own, but the first hold that I grabbed onto ripped off in my hands, and a good number of the holds the rest of the way up were pretty crumbly. For some inexplicable reason I decided to climb it the four bolts required to discover there wasn't a 5th bolt. As much as I probably shouldn't have climbed it, it did wonders for my fear of lead climbing.
Onsight, but I did get a few tips before going up from a buddy for the cruxes that had headed it previously on rope, so it wasn't a real flash. This was over a decade ago at Sandrock. Don't know if you've ever been there. Name of the route was Dreamscape. It has a .12 ending as well, but the hardest thing I had ever roped (on sport, not trad) at that point was a 5.12b, so I wasn't about to try that.The Almighty Aardvark said: