Why We Die: The Midlife Risk Factors You Can See and the Ones You Can't Back home, getting your motorcycle license at 16 was just what you did. It wasn’t about loving motorcycles. It was about living out in the German countryside, where you needed one to get anywhere at all. Small town life meant no buses after six. Friends were always a village away, and the sports club took twenty minutes by road. So as soon as you could, you got your license. Everyone did. That motorcycle was your link to...