A couple of years ago, I developed a fear of riding my motorcycle for no reason. I had not been involved in any close calls at all. Every time there was a chance for me to ride, I found an excuse not to. I worried about things like, what if a deranged driver intentionally crosses the center line just to mess with me? Or what if a student driver doesn’t see me and makes a left into my lane? Or it just takes too long to gear up for the ride. Hearing motorcycle fatalities in the news also didn’t help put my butt on the bike. It became a negative feedback loop: The less seat time I had, the worse my riding skills got, and the more afraid I became to go for a ride.