I love riding. For most of my life I’ve been on two wheels, except for a break during the wonder years of raising three youngsters––something about risk, or so said the family. Speaking of risk, because of what I’ve seen for the last 30 years in my job as a paramedic I often get asked about why I willingly roll the dice on the asphalt or concrete. To tell the truth, I’ve seen relatively few serious motorcycle wrecks in my career, at least not compared to the huge numbers of cardiac cases I’ve dealt with. If you ask me, fast-food joints are the cause of more medical problems than motorcycles.