As to the thread title, that's been my first thought on quite a few occasions. Forty years ago, travelling alone a week and 1600 miles from home, fully loaded with camping gear, right turn onto a different road, accelerate 75 feet up a rise and discover the road makes a sharp left at the crest. Don't drop the bike! Managed to stop upright in the damp grass of a farmers yard. Bought my new-to-me RT 150 miles from home, returned on the twisty backroads, headed into a left hand curve way faster than intended, no time to brake. Don't drop the bike! The ditch would probably have totaled me and the bike, so I prepared for a low side and leaned it more, and it rolled through like it was on a rail. Passed a slow car in the twisties of SE Ohio, good visibility ahead, but I crossed back into my lane at the beginning of a curve, braking and leaned when the front tire hit the damp center line, slid, and tucked a bit. Don't drop the bike! Not sure exactly what my reaction was, no time to think, but it worked (felt a little like Marquez!). Usually the thought is just a fleeting response to the unexpected while the body reacts. It's better than thinking "I'm gonna die!" while the body just gives up. Then there is getting caught in a deluge of rain or a snowstorm where the thought is a constant, exhausting presence, making it hard not to tense up.