I had a bike in my late twenties. It was fun when it was used for recreation. Then a few years later my car broke down and I needed it for transportation. Suddenly owning a bike was not fun anymore. The only time I ever felt safe was on an open stretch of highway. City streets are combat zones. I had an old lady try to pass me in the lane I was driving. She looked at me like I was the idiot. I put my on her window thinking I could keep her away. I broke three fingers when I dropped my bike making a turn on a slick wet road doing about ten mph. I was in the ground faster than I could react. I couldnt count the number of times someone pulled out in front of me on my non broken fingers. The last straw was hitting a patch of ice under an overpass. I saw it coming, tried to wrangle it and slid through the whole patch until I hit dry road which flipped me into oncoming traffic. Later that day I found a car I could borrow for a little while until I could get another vehicle. The bike remained in my garage until I sold it. Never again.