When I first started going to Spain back in the mid-'60s, I had never smoked. I was appalled that in the small villages, people were still cooking over wood fires [like in Colonial Williamsburg]. The old men could not afford "good" [red] tobacco, so they smoked black [aka pipe] tobacco and rolled their own...no lighters or matches, just a rope with a flint striker to get a spark. I have no idea what the lung cancer rates are/were in Spain. I sponsor the Cigar Salon at MOTD NOT because I am gung-ho on smoking, but because it offers those who do smoke a "safe haven" [somewhere to kick back, smoke and not be criticized] after the Welcome Dinner and after a long day of driving, so to speak. People who do not smoke do not have to attend, but the people who do attend, are usually smokers or do not mind the secondhand smoke. The number of cigarette smokers who attend usually appalls me, however. That's THEIR choice, not mine. You already know what mine is and, until I quit or die, it will never be cigarettes. Life itself is a risk...everyday. We make our own decisions about taking risks...some are calculated but many more are like playing Russian Roulette...games of chance, luck, fate...whatever. Secondhand smoke, radon, carbon monoxide, radium contamination, herbicides, etc. High speed driving in a controlled setting like a track versus high speed driving like a lunatic on a public highway. Risky business, at best. Take your pick.