Jesus...christ. What a story...especially the post on the 4th page by the OP.
Moments like these make me so very, very glad i've been blessed by having the mentors i have, the ones that have guided me in the right direction, taken me to the track, encourage me to ride at the level I ride at, and to not give in to the demons that sit on my shoulder...in recent history, they have all but disappeared during street riding. Street riding is to train good habits, good muscle memory for the track...and to come home to my g/f and my friends at the end of the day, and smile happily. Not ride until the ragged edge of adrenaline strikes.
I have seen that moment the the OP in that thread talks about, and thankfully, my 3 feet was not occupied by a car...i made the turn, and i remember that every time i walk out to my motorcycle. I have about a 300 foot walk from my front door to my bike, it takes me about 45 seconds, and that's enough time for me to think about the consequences of my actions, to remember to ride well within my comfort zone, and to remember that if i play my cards right, i have upwards of 50 years of riding time in my future...i don't need to rail today, it will come in the next 10 years...or if not then, the next 20 years...or 30. The same thoughts go through my head every time i pull on each piece of gear...why i wear what i wear, boots, gloves, one piece suit, helmet...I remind myself that the first goal is to never use this gear, only wear it. I'm content to sit, ride, enjoy the air and the mountains every day i ride, and maybe someday, i'll be "quick". Until then, each day is a gift, and remembering that will help me stay alive on the street.
On the track, now...all bets are off. The track is where i play the speed game, feel my limits, expand my horizons on cornerspeed and traction limits...but that behavior stays on the track. I will never willingly ride above my limits again. If you're faster, you're faster. That's fine. There will always be someone faster.