I always remember this story about a group of experienced riders on a ride through Arizona. They went through this pass that was just wall to wall tar snakes and everyone was all puckered up and hated it but after about an hour on them they all got used to it. Point of the whole thing was that they don't cause any trouble, they're just a pain to get used to. I think I'll just always hate them. I just picture the perfect one that follows my rear tire right off the road.