Maybe if you are 18 years old and invincible. It's funny though, the better I get at riding motorcycles, the more I am compelled to wear the gear that will save my ass in a crash. The only people still reading by this point are the ones who don't need to. I neglected to mention horsepower, quarter-mile times, wheelies, burnouts, or breaking the law in the first two paragraphs, and as a result I have exceeded the notoriously short squid attention span. The windblown hair boys have already left the building, and I am stuck preaching to the helmeted choir.
Motorcyclists are funny that way.
We often don't listen to other people's wisdom unless they have impressed us first with unwise behavior. Even then, some of us don't listen, period. We prefer to learn all our lessons the hard way. It's a vicious cycle, pun intended, which leads some of us to ruin. Many older, luckier, and by default experienced riders have tried in vain to educate their novice peers.