Hehehe.... Sorry, there's nothing you can say or do to get me to sympathize with a motorcycle rider. Then again, I'm an unabashedly genuinely unpleasant person with little regard for anything or anyone beyond my own. Also I live near a really windy road that just beckons for every Tom, ****, and Harry with a bike or sportier car to blast around corners all night. Now I now what to do with my lawn clippings!
If you can't tell, I'm being facetious... But kind of not really though.
To be honest, isn't that the risk that you are well aware of every time you get on the bike? Every time you go out there you put your lives at the hands of hundreds of people who don't give a flyinfart about you. I thought that was part of the thrill - like one super long trust fall with strangers who want nothing to do with you. Sorry you're a quadriplegic, but im not going to stop watching Netflix while I drive because you chose to not put a metal box between yourself and my tahoe.