I have seen a video somewhere of the finish if a bicycle road race. One guy is within ten yards of the finish line, when he takes his hands off the bars, and extends his arms upwards in a sort of victory salute. First he wobbles, then ends up coming a gutser. The guy behind him wins the race. The moral is, don`t count your chickens until they are hatched.
One of my favourite motorcycles was the Yamaha Virago 535. I owned two at different times. They were a chopper style of bike with raked forks, and wide handlebars. Handling was very relaxed. One day I had a guy run out onto the road to pick something up, may have been roadkill. I managed to swerve around him, although I was doing about 60 MPH. I do remember that it took a great deal of muscular effort.