I agree John. In the US, riding on the streets is too dangerous for me so I too have given up my motorcycles for use there. It isn't the risk of death actually but the much greater risk of amputation or head trauma. If you take a sideswipe that crushes your leg between your bike and your scooter, you will not likely get to keep it due to the soft tissue damage. If you visit a discussion forum for amputees, such as lessthan4.org you may be surprised at the number of folks that are there for that reason.
If I lived in Coz full time I would have both but would mostly use the car unless I knew I wouldn't be able to find parking. I'm pretty damned defensive as a driver and perhaps as a poster about this topic. The fact that my use of it on Coz will be limited to about a month out of the year helps me to make my decision.
I had a friend and neighbor that helped me to learn to ride a mountain bike. I warned him of the danger of riding his Harley on gravel roads and on certain roads around Austin where left turners and lane changers are especially dangerous. Think bee caves road or 290W. He moved to Maryland last year and soon after he had a little spill on his mountain bike and died. We take risks to enjoy our lives. I don't drink smoke or eat to excess. I don't frequent dangerous places and I live out of town. I've given up those activities as too risky. I have lost friends due to all of them. I'll ride the scooter carefully on coz and you can trust that I never forget that there are risks associated with it. Something is going to get us. I hope it's not boredom.
Oh no, not boredom!
I hear it can be deadly.
I stopped riding myself around when the kids came around. Maybe I finally matured. Maybe the near misses involving inattentive car drivers sent a clear message. Maybe the two friends who died driving by such hands did. Just too much out of your immediate control.
So now that I am getting older, realized the limits (or lack of) fulfillment at work. I find myself dreaming of living on or near a cost or an island and driving myself with my (imaginary) rebreather and bailout gear on that therefore rigged two wheeled dirt path capable vehicle to great dive sites... or maybe get practical and use a car and a yak... A case of reverse maturity maybe?
Somehow roads busy with traffic never are part of those thoughts / dreams. No idea what place I might be dreaming of...