Going back to that MPMT school for a moment, I botched the part of it that had to do with low speed, but on the final day we were required to ride at a “high” speed up toward an instructor, who would suddenly signal when we could brake and then enter a tight course. I loved that exercise. I had both tires chirping, modulating the brake. I was warned that I was braking too hard. I laughed. As far as I was concerned, I was braking comfortably and reading the feedback. I was chill. Doing U-turns, I was hating life.