I lost a brother I didn't know, in Atlanta.
You can mitigate the risks...
Wear proper gear. Drive responsibly. Avoid certain areas at certain times.
But there's no way to eliminate ALL risks.
Then again, no one gets out of this alive.
LIVE while you're livin'.
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Quite true.
You can try to live your life in a fully-padded Nerf suit -- like the rest of America and its attorneys seem to want -- but what the hell kind of life is that?
Personally, I don't need to be babysat and hand-held in my life. Because my life is MINE and I choose to live it, so far, as I DEEM PROPER.
If I died tomorrow I'd be okay because, after all, I've done and seen sufficient crazy shit that only another 1%, if that, of the rest of the nation has seen, done or experienced.
And a lot of it I'm taking to the grave with a big W I D E smile!
BZ
I lost a brother to a distracted older woman. She "never saw him", which is usually how it happens. It was quick and he was doing something he loved to do.
Concur, when it's our turn, it's our turn to go...
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