This is so true that you can’t even call them “decisions” in some cases. One night I was speeding past my place of employment, doing at least twice the limit, when I saw the blue lights a few hundred yards back down the empty road. I made a tire-squealing turn and within about fifteen seconds had the car parked in an underground garage and myself in the building behind an employee-badge reader, scot-free. Then I sized up what I had just done.

Although things went perfectly, I’d never have consciously chosen that course of action.