...To leave my comment, I mean...

My dad died on a motorcycle.

After working for 40 years at the same job, he was planning a post-retirement month-long motorcycle trip to Alaska, where he had served in the Navy. He retired in the month of May, but being the responsible man he was, he decided to spend June resurfacing the roof of the house, in the Arizona heat. He'd spent several years planning his journey, getting all the right equipment and marking his route on the huge map hanging on the wall. Finally on July 1st he left on his dream trip. He was struck and killed that very first day, three hours into the trip.

If it ain't a truck squishing you on the road, it's cancer, or a bad heart, or a maniac, or any of the other kabillion ways to die. Live while you have the chance, old age is not guaranteed.