I have spent a good bit of time flying since right before Christmas with my job. Two weeks in Michigan and then the first of this week I was in Denver. So, I've missed a lot of time getting to ride my Harley. So yesterday and this morning were my first real chance to get to commute on the bike again, and again I seized the moment. During this morning's commute, I had almost a flashback. Traffic was flowing 65-70 mph and thick. I'm in the lefthand lane when the cars in front slam on their brakes, nose dive, and tires begin to squal. I firmly applied a considerable amount of front brake, and began applying some rear brake. You could hear the rear tire "chirp, chirp, chirp". I knew it was at the edge of locking so when I heard the light chirp, I lightly lifted my foot and kept applying pressure. I kept my head up looking at the space between the cars in the two lanes (along the dotted line separating the two lanes). When I was fully stopped with both feet on the asph