I pulled a biker out from under a car that hit him. It was not his fault but he was the one in the Coma. That finished my street riding.
Track and off road cuts the risk in half. If you screw up it is your fault you hit the tree or laid down a bike at the track.
Bikes are fun but the risk goes up and you just have to decide if it is worth it. For me it was for a while but not anymore. I still love ‘em and admire them but. No longer on the streets.
I rode for 50 years almost exactly to the day, and then I crashed. I had to admit to myself that I didn't have the reflexes I once did, and the crash also reminded me that I broke more easily and didn't heal nearly as quickly than when I was 50 years younger. When I called my wife from the ER, her response was, "time to get rid of the motorcycle". After a little reflection (and a few pain pills to get that first night's sleep), I saw that she was completely right. I had my 50 years of fun on the street. Now I (and the grandkids) ride a minibike around the field at the ranch and as long as I don't forget where the barbed wire fence is, and the gophers don't make a new hole hidden somewhere, I feel pretty safe out there.
Do I miss riding the big bike our on a curvy road? Absolutely. Am I sorry I gave it up? Nope - not even a little bit. 😃