Early in my riding career, I noticed that it was unusual to have an unscathed, high-mileage machine. Everyone I met seemed to have gotten caught out at some point and downed their bike. From the way post-ride conversations unfolded, it was apparent I wasn't having the same reaction to the road as other riders, even when we were on the same road. While my friends' recollections of a specific ride were dotted with close calls and "almosts," my memories were devoid of such highlights. For me, the only thing that required enough awareness to be memorable was where I applied the brakes and to what extent. Above the normal enjoyment of riding my motorcycle, nothing specific about handling the bike registered in my mind.