I've been on motorcycles my whole life. They're my passion and if I'm not stuck in front of a computer (which I usually am sometimes upwards to 12 hours a day) I'm probably on a bike.
I rode on the street from 19 till present with a break from 22 to 24 while I was finishing college. That was a wild time and probably a good thing that I wasn't on two wheels.
Nevertheless, when my daughter was born 3 years ago, I sold two of my streetbikes (I still keep one which was originally my wife's) and decided to slow down a bit. In all those years and lots of close calls I made out okay. I was starting to feel like my time was coming. I know ridiculous, but... my daughter, now my son. Well, I keep the streetbike riding to a minimum and I very rarely (if ever) go back out onto the highway.
When I made this move three years ago, I went out and bought a dirtbike to replace the time spent on the street (we live in the woods). I hadn't been on a dirtbike in 15 years but let me tell you-- it's the greatest thing I've done in a long time. I'm so sorry that I didn't come back to it sooner-- I hardly miss riding on the road.
And one thing is certain-- you can get killed on a dirtbike just like on a streetbike but broken bones are more likely. I think you have a greater chance of getting hurt on a dirtbike in terms of "frequency," but usually the injury is minor. Put it this way-- when you crash on a trail there's never an 18 wheeler rushing up behind you.
Some pics:
Hwy 1 in Malibu w/ my Road King
Rock Store w/ my Yamaha FZ1-- who's that guy we ran into? And check out his car in the background.
Two of the things I love the most!