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I am 46 years old. Over the years I have eaten lots of Mexican and Italian food, worked summers in the Iowa cornfields, worked hard to control my cholesterol, and ridden motorcycles.
Guess which one of these events causes strangers to come up to me to say I'm an irresponsible danger junkie.
You don't need more than one guess.
You're already armed with a story about how your uncle-cousin- friend had a motorcycle accident. If you're less tactful, you'll refer to my bike as a "murdercycle" or use the incredibly witty line, "In the emergency room, we call them donorcycles."
All of this has come to a head recently with the accident that injured Steelers quarterback Ben Roethlisberger. Critics of Roethlisberger point to the fact he rides a motorcycle capable of going more than 180 miles per hour and doing the quarter mile in under 11 seconds.
It is inconvenient that the performance level of his motorcycle wasn't a factor in his accident. According to press reports,...