As a teen I had two cycles. Had horrendous wrecks with both and destroyed them. No helmet. I should be dead. Hit a car going 70 mph and was catapulted down the concrete highway over 70 feet, Only bruises and scrapes. Bought a Motor scooter. It caught fire while was driving. I jumped off and it hit a vidock and exploded. I ran as the police and fire truck arrived.Took up flying fighters and helicopters in Vietnam. Shot down. I should be dead. Maybe I need to change my ways. I read some people are genetically structured to live on the edge.