I cut my motorycle-riding teeth on the streets of New York, and after a twenty year hiatus, returned. Nothing had changed except the size and speed of the bikes.
The MSF course was a neat tidy world, and the proficient riding guides and books paint pictures of clearly delineated lanes, cute stick figures moving at predictable times and set piece scenarios. It just ain't that way This is the way it is.
There are constants. Everybody messes with you if you ride a motorcycle. To stay alive is to be alive, to