Have you ever ridden in a motorcycle sidecar?

I have. Once. That was enough for me. I've never felt so vulnerable in my life, not even in Vietnam. A friend had one attached to his motorcycle and drove me from his downtown Los Angeles office to a studio where I was directing a photo shoot for a client. I was looking up at everything. At my friend driving the motorcycle. At every car we passed. At pedestrians. At the dog pissing on the fire hydrant. I have driven motorcycles enough to know that auto drivers don't see you. Bus drivers don't see you. Truck drivers don't see you. Not even bicyclists. Imagine how invisible you are in a sidecar. I think that even a Smartcar could have driven over me (if they had existed then) and hardly felt the speed bump. Imagining that he might forget me and the sidecar and try to sneak between cars in traffic didn't help. No, the sidecar wasn't the one pictured here. it was smaller, much smaller...