motorcycle vs car safety

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Intact Kneeslider wrote in message ...

Errmm.. not sure I'm getting your point here.. (actually I'm NOT getting
your point but I didn't want to appear dumb).
What I meant was that there's not much to "injure" you in modern cars so you
either get of scott-free (i.e. bumps and bruises but no medical
intervention) or you get killed.
Whereas a bike crash is far more likely to give you a cut, scrape, or broken
bone...
(I think Peter Cremasco probably said this better in a later message)
Clem

 

That's exactly how I interpreted it, and before Jules (where da phuq's she
disappeared off to, anyway?) or Doug chime in with what they might have
observed at work...

....what I was getting at is the opposite of your idea. My head's full of
other concepts at the moment, so I have to resort to example to illustrate
what I mean:

-Consider a frontal collision. These days, you have a crumple zone, which
absorbs some of the impact energy and controls the way the car deforms. The
firewall can still buckle and trap and snap your legs. The difference
between that and what would've happened 25 years ago is that, back then,
without the crumple zone, the engine would've wound up in your lap, or the
seat mounts would've sheared, pitching you forehead-first into the dash,
getting you killed.

-In a side impact, side-intrusion bars only stop the cabin from caving in on
itself completely and side airbags stop your head from twatting the
B-pillar. The car can still deform enough to give you a broken arm. The
difference is, the car ploughing into the side of you hasn't run you over
while you were still in your seat.

Dig? The variation of likely injury with ferocity of impact in modern,
cossetting vehicles doesn't go fine-fine-fine-fine-fine-dead. It's more like
fine-fine-shaken-banged up-broken bones-broken bones and internal
injuries-dead, whereas in older cars, it would've gone fine-shaken/banged
up-broken bones/internal injuries-dead.

Ie. you still get just as injured and just as killed, but severity of impact
required for given harm to the occupants goes up, and probably spreads out
somewhat. Just like, and I say this against my better judgement, but I can't
help it, protective gear on a bike.

 

How did you know Zebee's mother has horses?

Theo

 

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Oh OK; then I was getting your point after all.
No, I disagree.
(Except for the bit about "severity of impact required for given harm to the
occupants goes up" which I agree with... and I don't really know whether to
agree or disagree with the head-twatting until I get some more details)
Clem
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Intact Kneeslider wrote in message ...
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In aus.motorcycles on Fri, 05 Mar 2004 06:27:32 GMT

I suspect that even per km travelled, I've been hurt more on bikes than
she has on horses.

(and don't ask about me and horses!)

Zebee
- who has never won a fight with the law of gravity

 

Bloody nudists

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Cheers

PeterC [aka MildThing]
'81 Suzuki GS450-s
'87 BMW K100RT

www.dmcsc.org.au

 

Hey Clem, he just called you a "survivor"* !

JL
*That's bad innit ? It means you have to go on some stupid TV show or something
?

 

Perhaps I should say, from the other side of this story, it took me 5
years before I decided that Zebee was not going to die immediately.
And when, later, I accepted a pillion ride with her, and decided I might
like to try it, I had the problem of my own mother living with me.
I sought Zebee's advice on the problem of coping with a mother, and it was
- after a little thought
"If you really want to do something you shouldn't let that stand in your
way."
So I took lessons, and got a bike. And because I didn't wish to have a
weather forecast discussion every day I simply made the decision that I
would ride to work rain hail or shine, every day. Which I have done, and
am very glad that I am not at all afraid of wet weather. (Except for
Lightning).

clare

 

So is your mum riding yet?... : )

Doug Cox.
Work to ride, Ride to work...

 

Awwww! C'mere and gimme a hug, ya big lugnut! :-D


BTH

 

Careful what you wish for, country-boy!

Hammo