Brakes sure helped me keep from hitting a ditch today. Right turn, acute angle, around a corner onto another street, up a slope, a bit much speed due to slight misjudgement. Little ditch to the left of the road growing large, brakes (probably more front than back, now that I think about it), some force kicks me and bike upright and around to line up with the road and journey on, breathing a little harder, thanking and thanking God, angels, spirit guides, Zen. Gracie did give me some protests after that, some hiccups in power. Fuel was getting a touch low. Maybe sudden sloshing made her suck fumes. As a reward to my green-blooded little mount for staying upright, we trundled up to a gas station for some fresh juice, rather than returning to the garage for the stale stuff in the plastic can.
Think, if I'd panicked and bailed, I'd be limping home with tail between my legs and a scraped up motorcycle. I did what you mentioned, braked hard, and let the back end skid around by giving more front brake than back. It was like Zen, really, no thought, just whatever it took to put the bike back right. Next time, I'll slow down more before I start the turn.