Are you afraid of dying?

Your grandpa sounds like an awesome man. I lost mine decades ago (1979) and there has been a hole where he was the entire time. I was closer to him than my dad. That said, the pain lessens and the memories take over to the point where the pride you can take in recounting the man's life and character to others outweigh the loss. What an awesome legacy he has.

 

"I'm feeling much better!"

 

I'm afraid of almost dying. That's a tougher road depending on the physical state in which you are left in after the near death experience.

 

I'm with Plarp...fuck this shit.

 

Anyone that says no is full of shit. Virtually everything we do is to prevent death. There's a marked difference between being afraid to die, and being afraid to live. I think most motorcyclists want to live and experience as much as possible. We may be less likely to worry about trivial injuries, but to say I/we aren't afraid to die is complete and utter horseshit. I guarantee everyone that said no will be clawing at the doctors and nurses to save them when/if something happens.

 

General curiosity is the one thing that was because me to regret being dead. But then again, I'd be dead.

I've had many occasions to think about stuff along the lines of "fuck, if I get an opportunity to end this thing now, do I take it or do I wait to find out if Nicky Hayden is ever going to be world champion?" I kid you not.

 

Wrong. In many cases, it's to prevent suffering.

 

I fear nothing that's tangible. I've no kids and my wife knows she married an adrenalin junkie, competitor and a dreamer. What she doesn't know is I fear being drained slowly of life from disease. I fear dying alone and fear that I never made a difference. I work on changing that everyday.

 

Afraid of sickness and/or debilitating issues...
Not afraid of dying....this is the "noob" zone. ..next level is where its at.

 

No.

 

Bullshit. Not wanting to die, rephrased as not wanting to stop living, is NOT the same as fearing death.

 

Not really afraid but as already said I'm more worried about hanging on and suffering from something. Now that I have my first grandchild, almost a year old, I've been thinking about how it would suck if I don't get to see him grow up and be part of it.

 

I'm already dead inside so...

 

Dont worry, you'll cheer up when you get expert plates!!!

 

Yeah I don't want to check out until I find the best baguette in Paris. For reals.

 

Now Ive got an image in my head of a crazy american on an ADV bike riding thru Paris with a backpack full of baguettes, hitting people on their heads with said bread, yelling "not this one! This one sucks! This one tastes like cardboard!! Ive had better baguettes in Russia!"

 

I fear the normal stuff like checking out before I should for my wife/kids, but what I really fear is not figuring out the nature of this existence before leaving it. If that all becomes clear the moment I exit, cool, but I want to know what the fuck I just went through and why.

 

Seems cocky checking no but... When I was run over I could not breath for a bit and figured 'well this is it' After a few seconds of panic when I figured it was the end I just kind of relaxed and experienced it. Likely helped breathing as a short time after I got able to breath again (just had the wind super knocked out of me when I was run over) So I figure when the time comes again it will be just something to ride out on the way out.

 

I am figuring on haunted folks for a while...