One of the things that knocked me off getting a motorcycle was a 'squid' killing himself outside my work one day. He was late and he threw his GSX-R through a just-turned-red light at better than twice the speed limit. He went over the hood of a car turning left onto the road in front of him and died on impact with the road. His helmet wasn't done up and flew off on first impact leaving him to skid down the road helmetless in a tshirt for sixty feet. Seeing this all happen first hand put me off riding for a long time.
When I think now about motorcycling I think of it as a meditative and conscious activity. The people I've met doing it are the antithesis of squids. Many seem to have a poet's soul and a technician's considered approach to their riding. In many ways I feel like I've found my tribe when I talk to other motorcyclists. That a squid did something that stupid twenty years ago and robbed me of what I'm enjoying now so much is a source of irritation. These idiots have a disproportionate effect on how non-riders see motorcyclists.
That the internet gives this idiotic motorcycle subculture such a hard time makes me happy...