I've got some thoughts about Wouter Weylandt's untimely death in the Giro today but I'm not going to share them because what I have to say will likely cause a lot of pants pissing because it sure looks like operator error to me; a needless death.
The bike can be harsh; we love it because it does not spare us. It hurts our legs if we are unfit, it hurts our lungs if we have not trained. It hurts us far worse if we aren't paying attention to the road. We know this, and we love the bike anyhow because it makes us work hard before giving us rewards. The bike is the only thing we can be completely sure is telling the truth at all times.
And the truth is life is short. Make the most of it. And keep your damn eyes on the road.