Didn't own a car until I was thirty years old. My last seconds on a motorbike was a 60 mph SMIDSY which hospitalised me for a fortnight, left me off work for 27 months and meant we had to have IVF to start a family. I was riding race replicas at the time, and thought nothing of pushing the envelope on every bend and fast stretch of road I could find. Ironically Mrs Cube quotes the moment t she saw me in hospital with a leg they worked hard to save as the moment she decided it was time to have kids, she realised how close she had come to losing me.
I missed riding for a few years after that, especially if we were driving anywhere on a sunny day and saw the bikes out enjoying what had been an absolute passion for me. Being a Dad made me stop diving too, especially after a mate of mine got a spinal bend on a straightforward 30 metre training dive. He did nothing wrong, and was shown to have obeyed every rule in the book according to his computer, but still uses a zimmer or sticks at the age of fifty.