Highway 95 in Nevada between Beatty and Tonopah is a very long, very straight, very boring, and often very hot stretch of high speed two lane. I imagine that under these circumstances guardian angels must know this highway quite well....
I was on this road a few weeks ago when my guardian angel paid me a well timed visit. Leaving the graveyard of Goldfield (I like visiting graveyards) I encountered a group of five large RV's in a caravan (The huge toy hauler fifth-wheel types) and pulled out into the middle of the group. Naturally I wanted to pass them asap so I peeked my head out into the passing lane, counted three oncoming cars, then pulled back behind the RV to wait for traffic to clear.
Let me explain that my technique for passing is to peek out, count cars, wait for that number of cars to pass, then peek out again. But on this particular day my technique failed me. After the three oncoming cars had passed I assumed that oncoming traffic had cleared and I headed the bike sharply to the left, about to cross the dashed yellow into oncoming traffic.
And that's when my guardian angel stepped in. Just as I was about to cross the yellow stripes somehow the bike corrected itself, straightened out, and did NOT cross into oncoming traffic. Good thing too because just then car #4 whizzed by, a car I did not previously see.
So there I am thanking my lucky stars and wondering how and why I was about to make such a dumb and probably fatal error. I don't remember consciously making a decision to check myself, I don't remember steering the bike back toward my lane, it was almost like the bike steered itself. Thank you, guardian angel!!!
Nobody is perfect. On a 3200 mile trip like I just took pretty much anybody is bound to make a mistake at some point, hopefully minor. Ya just gotta hope that when that mistake is made your guardian angel is nearby.