I started riding in the early 60's. Commuted to work on a Honda 50 and later on a Honda 305 Super Hawk. The trail of bikes continued..... Suzuki 125 twin. Honda 450. Norton 650, Norton 750 Atlas. The Nortons were not reliable enough for commuting.
I then discovered BMW's. Fast forward to the 70's and I looked in the local classifieds and saw a 1963 BMW R50 with Earls forks for sale pretty cheap. I said to myself, "That's one of them old mans bikes".
I went over and bought it because it wasn't leaking anything. ( I still had a Norton at the time and anything that didn't leak stuff was pretty impressive).I rode that bike for 5-6 years.......
AND THEN ONE DAY.............. I looked at the ground and looked at the bike and back at the ground and said to my self that it was too dangerous to ride anymore and sold the bike and stopped riding............
I hadn't fallen off the bike or any close calls that I can remember, but at that point in time, fear had gripped me and I got off. Don't know why to this day...... some premonition of death or something told me to get off.
Naturally, I got back on a couple of years later, but at that point in time , I HUNG IT UP!