Couldn't agree more with the last sentence David.
When I got back on a bike after a 10 year lay off, an 1150GS was the perfect answer to my Newbury to Brighton weekly commute. It would pull 110 on the motorway but both it and I were struggling and it was bought to keep my licence in one piece, not to break records, although The Long Way Round was always reassuring.
Then I got conned into a few days in mid Wales with a mate and his sons as ballast.
I really wish I had a video camera back then. The number of sports bikes that cut us up, riding like total plonkers out in the lanes was unbelievable. Then, suddenly, a few cars appear on the horizon and for some strange reason all the idiots ended up behind us, only to start 'racing' all over again.
Roundabouts? Why are they stopped? Why are they all in a row? Why are they behind us?
Even those that didn't stop (needlessly) at roundabouts, got overtaken on the offside as they wobbled round.
OK, some of these were probably weekend warriors but I would hardly class us as accredited racers.
As always, a well-ridden cart horse can still shame a badly ridden thoroughbred.
Of course, every once in a while, a few local old guys on old GSX 1100's simply arrived unannounced, passed without fuss or danger, and simply did the Starship Enterprise reality warp and were gone.
We caught up with one group at a cafe in the middle of a village in the middle of nowhere and they gave us the benefit of their experience whilst discussing the non-local idiots. One of the older guys, as he left, said that he would probably see them again fairly soon...turned out he was an undertaker