While reducing one's risk and liability tend to be good throughout history, I do sometimes wonder if we've gone too far? What's life without risk? What's life without taking chances? What's life when you no longer push yourself to the very edge of the cliff, only to return triumphantly? I'll tell you what I think, and that's that it's no longer a life worth living.
I have something wrong with me, however. Clearly. I like taking chances. I like risk. So much so, I have "Risk Happy" literally tattooed on my hand. So my take on risk might not be that of everyone else's, nor many lawyers or ER doctors, the latter of which will likely not be stoked about the latest news out of Arizona.
Do you recall the Honda and Yamaha trikes of the late 1980s? Do you recall how they were banned? How parents' groups fought tooth and nail to keep them out of their children's hands? And how they're no longer offered from the main manufacturers, instead being relegated to one-off builds on YouTube and collector's collections?
