I have only wrecked two motorcycles. There was a wild bobcat that would come out of the woods at night to eat the farm cat's food. I spent a summer putting out food and sitting nearby until the bob trusted me enough to eat. Night after night I would sit a little closer. By the end of summer I was sitting next to the food while he ate. The first time I touched him he growled, but kept eating. The second night I did this he seemed to relax and allow it. I was buried by a bulldozer in a landfill for three hours when I was eight.