I loved motorbikes when i was in my teens. Started on an Rd125lc, then a brand new apprilia rs250. However, picture this. Its 10pm and you're on your way home from the girlfriends. Nice evening, doing 80mph on an easy road wearing leathers, gloves and pads. Round a slight bend to be met by 2 glowing eyes running out of the hedge. * Bang *. Monkjack deers are quite big you know. On a bike you'd have broken both legs and have no skin left on your arms and hips. In a car, you'd be comfortable listening to a cd and maybe smoking a cigarette, and you'd have a deer sprayed all over your bumper, but you'd get out, assess the damage, have a moan and be on your way. This is why i choose to drive a fast car, and i havent been on a motorbike since.