So, you're cruising along on your leadwing yacking on the phone, listening to your surroundsound and watching your nini-telly and suddenly realize that traffic is at a full stop ahead of you. You hit the anti-stop brakes with everything you've got and get pitched way forward from the G forces. You tap the bumper of the cage ahead of you, not so hard that you couldn't have saved the bike from falling, except this huge baloon thing explodes out of the handlebars and blasts yer bum off over the luggage trunk.

Even more reason to ride a vintage Brit bike!