While riding a motorcycle I have personally experienced an oncoming car enter my lane and head straight for me, it having a texting “passenger” sitting in the driver’s seat. Since some people sitting behind steering wheels aren’t actually looking out the windshield, there’s fair argument for self-driving cars over no-one-is-actually-driving-it cars. This makes me tempted to point at cars and say, “Ha, ha on you.” But what it infers concerns me.
Where does this leave us people of the motorcycle? We do not want self-driving motorcycles, do we? For a biker, the concept of not being in control of the vehicle we’re riding is incomprehensible. It’s like being shown a movie of a lake if you desire to go swimming; there’s still a lake involved, somewhat, but you’re not allowed to actually touch it. For us bikers, of course, the whole point of going for a ride is to be going for a ride. The freedom, the autonomy, the personal expression of self with hands on the handlebars, all contribute to defining the entire point of the experience we cherish.