You reminded me of being a green BSA 650 rider who through a weird set of circumstances ended up at the front of the pack on a shiny-new freeway entrance ramp.... emphasis on the "shiny" part. With almost no experience past a zillion miles of radical bicycle riding, I hit the greasy pavement assuming normal traction and was quite surprised by the lack thereof. For no reason I can explain, I drifted the corner with feet on the pegs and did not bite the pavement. The rest of the Brit Bikers saw my dance and entered at a much slower pace.