Off camber corners are evil...I ended up in the shoulder from that once, but luckily didn't crash.
I also ended up on the shoulder, about two feet over the line, which would have been fine in most circumstances but there happened to be a driveway with a drainage culvert in the middle of this particular country corner, and my front wheel went from 35 to 0 right quick. As it turns out, human bones don't respond well to that kind of deceleration, and I snapped a bunch on impact, then went airborne, then went bouncing down the road. I was shocked to discover that my motorcycle did not come equipped with an airbag or even a seat belt. Who designs these things?
Since then, I've adopted the perspective that nobody should buy a motorcycle until they go at least a year driving a car with no airbag or seat belt just to see how they feel about it. Preferably while sitting on the front bumper. Most normal humans would think that to be the world's stupidest idea, and yet many of those same people think motorcycles are great.
I was lucky, though. I did not get run over by oncoming traffic, or sail into a tree. I met a dude in physical therapy who had a bike accident very similar to mine and then slid into a metal guard rail and severed one of his arms. I still have all of my parts, thankfully, and my scars are a daily reminder to make better decisions.
I still think about motorcycles, especially on sunny spring days when I find clean twisty roads while stuck in a minivan. But I know better, now. I am a man of many talents, but riding a motorcycle definitely isn't one of them. Two seconds of wandering attention at the end of a long day gave me a trip to the ICU, then a nursing home, then rehab, then a lifetime of bitchin' arthritis.
Bikes are dangerous, but some people are so wrapped up in the lifestyle that they don't mind. If you and your partner and your friends all ride, and you always go to the weekly bike night at the local pub, and every vacation is a tour, and you spend all of your hobby money on bike mods, I understand how it's hard to give it up. For some people, bikes are their only identity. One of my former colleagues killed his wife when he wrecked his cruiser on the freeway with her on the back, and he STILL rides.
I have other hobbies, thanks.