To put it into perspective, on the way back from Spain a few years ago I was 85mph down the centre of France trying to rack up a few miles. I passed a guy on a virago doing 60ish. An hour later I stopped for a piss a couple of ciggies and fuel. Just lighting cig your number 2 and virago man pulls up. I left before him, yet at the next fuel stop the same happened again.
Moral number 2. In the Alps on my old Dakar 650, loaded up and waiting for an overtake on a wobblybox. Two German Ducati came flying past totally blind on the overtake. I intercom wifey who is following on her transalp 'I'm going for a play' says I. The overtake appears and I'm off after the 2 Ducatis for a giggle. A nice twisty road and even the best sportsbike is limited to hitting 80 on the short straight bits. I wring the neck of the Dakar and catch up with them as they are hanging off through the bends. After several miles of pushing them up the road they waved me past! I declined the overtake, I'd had my fun, and created a memory to savour. I worked that bike hard and I had a feckin ball doing it. I bet their ride is long forgotten now.
Having more does not always equal more, it's the way you get there that really matters and creates the tales to tell your mates and kids.
) they just continue to work. 
