You never said you did conduct yourself in a safe and responsible manner, so I can’t assume you do.
But I can assume that, if you’re crying for liberty from societal obligations on something like wearing a motorcycle helmet, that there will be times when you want to ride a motor bike, without wearing a helmet, which means that you are choosing times to be stupid and you are also choosing time when you want society to pick up after you, if it doesn’t work out. You want to be free, but provided for, which is contrary to being a real Libertarian.
You can’t plan for everything, but you certainly can plan for consequences that are certainly foreseeable, like wearing a motorcycle helmet when you ride a motorbike, just in case some guy juts out of an alley and you can’t prevent a collision.
Yea, you can plan for that possibility.
For the record, I really hate it when people race to the intersection and stop at the last half-second.
Why would “society pick up after me” when I pay dearly for my own extremely good health and vehicle insurance?
I detest totalitarianism in -any- form and *all* “nanny state” laws.
I already *have* a mother to wipe my nose, thanks.
I am an excellent, -extremely- defensive driver.
My state has a forced lid law so most of the time, I am wearing it.
When I go to a neighboring state that has more freedom and trust in their citizens ability to decide life for themselves, sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t.
It depends entirely on the heat index and wind speed.
FWIW, I drive a -trike-.
It is impossible for me to “fall over” at any speed or ‘lay it down’ and cagers tend to *not* want to mess up their fancy cars by hitting something that weighs a freaking half ton.
*Most* motorcycle accidents are caused by cars.
Do ~you~ *always* watch, in an *extremely* hyper-vigilant manner for motorcycles, as I do for cars?
As an aside-from, the phrase “societal obligation” sounds rather socialist to me, frankly.
As an unamusing but apropos anecdote, a dear friend died *because* he was wearing a helmet.
Someone else forced him to lay down his bike, which he did expertly and he tucked and rolled off the road.
Unfortunately, a stupid woman driving a van was busy fiddling with the little dog lurking on the floor under her feet and didn’t break in time to miss him.
His DOT/police issue [he was a Blue Knight] helmet *just* caught the undercarriage of her van.
The paramedics and the troopers at the scene all said if he’d had just a 1/4” more clearance, she’d had gone right over his skinny frame and never touched him.
That helmet caught the van frame and snapped his neck like a twig.
A dozen of us watched all this and everyone saw that right up until that happened, he was alive, alert and actively, wonderfully managing his controlled slide.
I reckon I’ll just sum things up by saying it’s not my problem that you’re afraid to fully live life.
Let’s just bubble-wrap and armor-plate everything/everyone so nobody will ever get hurt.
We’ll be immortal.