I've always taken part in sports that require you to push yourself pretty hard and every so often things go wrong, you get hammered and come out with some colourful bruises and a few aches that go away in a week and then you do it again. I know this is but the lucky outcome with a motorcycle - when you come off at 80km/h+ and fall off a cliff there is a high chance you won't be getting back on for a while/ever. I have a father who's sworn off riding after 15 years, watched several friends die on motorcycles so I get plenty of respectful reminders and advice from him. I have been riding for just under a year - I have kept myself challenged; hit the twisties once if not twice a week and progressively improved over that time, I have always had a respectful fear of riding, I have done my best to learn from others even though I try not to ride in large groups because I find there is a competitive streak in me and it has no place on the road. I've always had good riding gear; except for a lack of leather pants, but they are on their way as of tomorrow. I have made a point of practicing emergency braking, swerves etc. Today was my first day riding the Old Pac - I loved it, was giggling like a little girl when I hit the twisties between the pie shop and the road warriors Cafe (or what used to be). In fact I turned around a few times and did that section 4 times in total - that's how much I loved it. This was bike heaven. I continued along to Peat's Road (???) and came back. On my last leg something occurred to me - I was not afraid in the slightest as I had been in the past. I felt I owned this road (on a 250cc HA! keep dreaming), nothing was going to take me down today, every corner came to me naturally, I could lean her over hard as I wanted, brake/shift late into corners, I reckoned I could corner at 140 - the little 250cc wasn't enough all of a sudden. All I needed was a bigger engine, (WAY)better suspension and brakes and/OR a WAKE UP CALL? It wasn't in any way that there were any large flaws in my riding that I could pick. I was smooth and took good lines 90% of the time, I felt in control even though I didn't know the road and I did manage to avoid gravel etc. At this point came such an intense internal dialogue that I actually had to pull over because I lost concentration on what I was doing. I realised that I was going very fast, but at the same time I didn't feel in danger - is this wrong? I have never felt this confident before and I'm unsure as to whether I'm being complacent. The 'sensible' (paranoid?) side of my brain was telling me to slow down, what if a kangaroo jumped out? What if you hit oil? What if there's a pothole you can't dodge? Your suspension isn't up to the job! It came to the point where I felt for a second I should sell the bike, perhaps get a track/race bike and then push myself in a controlled environment. I'm in no way saying that I'm a great rider and I'm sure there are people way faster than me on 250s. I think my problem may lie with my perception of risk out on the twisties and my possibly lacking ability to self-assess beyond how I think it should be done - I can only trust my own intuition so far and here it's telling me that I'm pushing to hard for my experience level. Perhaps the problem is that I've only ever been able to scrutinise myself. Maybe I need to go riding with some more experienced riders who'll tell me what I could improve on? Maybe I need to take another course? Maybe I should go to the track and bite the dust a few times? Maybe I'm just being a pansy... I don't know. Newer riders, have you ever felt this way? Any words of advice from experienced riders would be greatly appreciated.