I don't think my bike likes me.  Last night was the 2nd time it tried to kill me. The first in when it tried to light me on fire, last night it tried to wreck me.  I hate the fact that in Nebraska they gravel the intersections but never sweep it up for the summer.  I was out riding with some friends at night, in Lincoln, and took a right turn at an intersection and the rear tire kicked out sending the bike sideways, the front end got crossed and I somehow put my right foot down fast enough to stop it, then the handle bars turned  violently and the bike flipped over to the left, and somehow I put my left foot down, pushed up and regained control. My Softail Springer is a lot harder to regain control than my Suzuki RF900R sport bike.  It scared the shit out me.  I drove home really slow after that.  The adrenaline was still going for hours after that.  My one thought during that split intatnt was "I'm not dying today." Going to watch those intersections more carefully from now on.