So yesterday I had to do an emergency stop at a pedestrian controlled light. I could’ve gone through but figured I’d been practicing, so here was a chance to get some honest practice in a more “earnest“ situation.  Anyway, a screech and a skid later, as I sheepishly but proudly walked the bike a half foot back and reflected on mayhap having grabbed the clutch a tad bit, I noticed the oil pressure gauge had lit up. I took it as a bit of a finger wagging from my Italian mistress, excessively