- He lived in southern California. Drivers in this region are unsafe at any speed, anybody who has to use roads in this region are fairly likely to be killed at random by some other asshole not paying attention.
- He got around by motorcycle. Now, given that we are talking about southern California, home of the world's dumbest drivers (as KTLA's tape archive can attest to), we know that THIS is a safe way to go!
If you knew Furp personally, wouldn't it be in your personal benefit to make sure you got closure every time you saw him, on the assumption that you would very likely never see him again? Failing that, beg him to give up motorcycles or Southern California given that it's such a bad combination? If you care about someone, you try to prevent them from doing things that are going to cause them to get hurt or killed in short order. Nobody did that here. I have a real hard time believing a lot of this love for Furp is sincere as a result.
Especially given the harsh reaction on #techfurs when the topic came up. Probably lost some distant friends over it, but oh well... if they're going to act like this over someone they clearly didn't care enough about to stop, what's to say they give much of a shit about anybody else?
Bent out of shape Furp's dead? Ask yourself this: Did you ever suggest moving to another area or give up riding to save his life?