....until there's a rumour of a hint of light dizzle somewhere in the vicinity of the track. Then you pack it in for the day.
But yes, a motorcycle is way out there on the edge of fun....and forbidden for me ever since a number of years ago I called my wife at midnight to come pick me up because I'd thoroughly trashed my bike. "Nope, you're not getting another one."
All in all probably for the best. This boo boo was all my fault but you can be the best motorcyclist operator on the planet and still there's a good chance one day someone will punch your cashing-out ticket for you. Nothing for you to do, no way to save yourself. It is really only a matter a time before you're in a seriously dangerous wreck. Keep driving long enough and it will happen.