Rumbling through town on a 195bhp bike ugly enough to make dogs retch, feels good. But hooning across country on A-roads, massaging the throttle to release daubs of that limitless power so the bike squats and corners, felt very, very good indeed. I may have been wrong about the whole fast bike thing. To anyone I have berated and harangued on this very subject over the past year, I apologise. They rock.