Bikers versus motorists

Since 90 per cent of over 17s in the UK hold a car licence, it follows that the vast majority of motorcyclists are also car drivers.  Doesn't it?  So why is it that my favourite weekly bike newspaper - Motorcycle News (MCN) - always presents daily life as a battle between 'bikers' and 'motorists'?  Why always present most bike accidents - there are lots of them - as the fault of 'motorists', i.e. car drivers?

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