As a kid I grew up on dirt bikes. We had a field nearby that the neighborhood kids rode to and we had hours of enjoyment. As I got older I rode bikes on the streets.
Years ago (42) I had a big bike. One night heading home about 40mph. A car started to turn in front of me and stopped, ok he sees me. Nope waited until I was about 30-40 feet from him and pulls across in front of me.
Hit him broadside just behind the drivers door. Ripped the front fork off the bike. I was able to push off the pedals and went over the car through the air landed on my feet and fell back on my butt whacking my head on the roadway. Lucky for me it was a cold night and I was wearing a helmet.
I never felt safe riding again and lost the urge for motorcycles.