On another occasion, in 1980, I was traveling to work.  The roads were still wet from the shower we had at dawn.  I had just left the city streets and started out of town on one of the county's many back roads. While approaching a one lane bridge, I was following a car down a grade.  From the other direction, there also, was a vehicle approaching the small bridge. Considering the wet roads, I suppose that I may have been traveling a little too close to the car in front of me at the time it slowed down to allow the oncoming vehicle to cross the bridge. As the car was slowing, I applied my brakes and the front wheel slid out from under me.  The bike turned sideways and at the same time leaned back toward the hill away from the car.  I was almost laying on the road.  All I could think of was, "Jesus!" Suddenly, the bike caught traction on the road and stood up on both wheels just as it should have been all along.  I stopped not more than a few feet behind the car. I was to realize that this was not normal.  The road was just as wet there as anywhere else.  When a motorcycle goes down, it doesn't just get back up like that.  I was going fast enough to shove both the bike and me under the rear of that car. God picked up the motorcycle and stopped it in time.  May the Praise, Glory, and Honor be to God.