I often hear this said and wonder if it's truly the case. No argument that more people die driving than hiking/canoe tripping in the back country but I wonder what the stats are if you look at the percentages?
The statistics, depending on the parameters of the data, may not support my feeling of risk management in those situations.
It is the management part that weighs more heavily for me. Most of the risky incidents in the field were due to my own unwise decisions or actions, and for the most part I’ve learned better.
All of the road accidents were due to someone else’s poor behavior. I’ve been rear ended several times when stopped at a sign or light. I’ve been broadsided by a drunk that ran a red light. I hit a long black ice bridge on I-10 in Texas and did multiple 360’s; each time I got back around to 180 I could see a couple of tractor trailer rigs sliding ominously my way.
Add the crazy stuff I’ve seen and avoided; an east bound in the west bound lanes suicide on I-70, wrecks and crashes from dumb arse speeders that flung car parts across a debris field, a vehicle flipping over the guardrail into the oncoming hammer lane. More of that craziness than I care to remember.
I’ve seen death on the road more than once.
There is only so much I can do to manage those risks and still travel. If I’m travelling with a co-driver I want someone utterly dependable. I try to avoid large metro areas, congestion and rush hour and, if unavoidable, time them for off peak hours.
I don’t speed, I don’t tailgate (hate that) and try to drive gently and read the road, paying attention to what is happening both in front of me and behind me. Done right I am rarely on the brakes and I look for similar behavior in a co-pilot who has my life in their hands.
My ideal condition for eating up miles is to be well rested and drive all night on some open inter-State west of the Mississippi. Even on more congested highways I naturally fall into the “void” between packs of vehicles without thinking about it, so I have multiple escape routes if something bizarre happens.
Bizarre things do happen. I was driving on I-95, comfortably between packs of cars, in a rural-ish area without any side roads or crossings for miles, when a car suddenly flew over the guardrail, cleared the breakdown lane on the right and tee boned the granny lane. WTF!
That was one of those 20 miles from home things. I’ve gone back and looked and there is no road of any kind in that area. Where the hell did that come from?
There is a similar risk avoidance analogy for tripping, but I haven’t yet been broadsided by a speeding drunk in a canoe.