Seriously, if you have to ask, this is you. The only log you'll ever get over is the one you dropped in the toilet.
The days of face planting are behind you! You can now clean a rock garden but amazingly, that stick on the turn causes you to wash out. Welcome to the inconsistent world of being an intermediate rider, where the side of the bed you wake up on determines if you have a good day or a bad day.
You don't have bad days anymore because you always wake up on the good side of the bed.
It's all butter. Though once in a blue moon this happens: