Here's my retort; I was one of those fluid moto tacticians,riding fast - right up until I didn't see the 20' patch of stone dust on a high speed corner and high sided, breaking... too many bones. I never saw it, so I didn't react to it. When I woke up (yeah, woke up) I was glad that I had covered myself head to toe in heavy thick armor that morning. I had one tiny patch of road rash, where my jacket had separated from my pants and inch or so. So I had been sliding face down, tumbling unconcious and...protected by gear that was a PITA to wear and that I never thought I would need. I cracked my FF Snell helmet. Absolutely would have been dead. Before the accident, I was a motorcycle God. Always escaping injury and using my skills. It can happen real fast.