We've got some beautiful weather down here, so the wife and I decided to go for a valentines day ride yesterday... We were on a little back road going about 60mph and there was a moving truck in front of us. I don't know where my mind went, but all of a sudden, I realized the truck had stopped. He never used his turn signal, and I swear I didn't see break lights until he was already stopped. By the time I realized I needed to stop, I thought it was too late. I applied breaks and wasn't slowing down fast enough, so I applied harder. I started skidding. Still not stopping fast enough, I applied harder. Still skidding. I just knew I was going to go sideways and go down, but the bike stayed perfectly upright the entire time. ****, still not stopping, going slow enough I figure I'll just damage the front fender... And we stop. Front fender is literally an inch from the rear bumper of the truck. I turned around at the next opportunity to go back and look at my skid. There was 10'-15' of skid mark. (I think it was longer, but my wife says I exagerate...) BTW, the sudden stop woke my wife up, she says she had fallen asleep.