I was surrounded by eight police motor officers with the red and blues on their motorcycles flashing. I wasn’t the reason they were there. But I was the reason their lights were flashing. On a street ride during the 10-day Police Motor Officer Certification course I was taking with them, I failed to negotiate a tight, uphill, 120-degree left turn into a narrow country lane. When I realized I was going wide, instead of looking into the turn and countersteering, I focused on the edge of the road and soon found myself in the grassy ditch.
The first officer asked me if I was hurt. I wasn’t. The second officer asked if the bike was okay. It
