SloFox - I read your observations with interest...
So, I have a worked GSXR1000 K2, with lots of Yoshi goodness, PCIII, cams, innards reworked etc... It does struggle a bit to keep up with modern traffic, and sometimes I find myself wishing for a little more power going uphill. I've owned Scoot for a long time, and I've ridden everything else, and I still own what I have. 500-800k's out of a rear tire. Chains with monotonous regularity. She eats brakes. She is cranky and tire sensitive, and on cold tires she will light up faster than anything the Soweto Militia can muster.
Scoot has perhaps the best throttle control of any bike I've ridden - loads of set up time and a virtually blank checquebook means all the nastiness is gone. The result is interesting, tire squirm is easily controlled, black lines out of each corner of the track is de riguer. She lifts the front out of second and third gear corners, and it will stay aloft as long as you have the bravery.
Litre containers are wonderful, but as others on this thread have pointed out, it can end in a messily unhappy ending. I've been riding a lifetime, and I have days where I realise that my skill and intentions sometimes get mixed up. I've seen young'ins jump straight from a 250 to litres, only for the inevitable to happen. The gap is much wider than you'd ever imagine, and those who have made the jump either have Rossi'esq talent, or they haven't been spanked yet.
A thought to ponder - I ride a thou, but I race and track day a 600 - part of it's economics, but a big part of it is the recognition that despite loads of training, mentoring, track days, race days, thousands of kilometers on many roads around the world, I don't have the skill to ride a litre bike on the track at 110% all the time.
I love the pint on the track. And I have a love hate relationship with the crack addiction of a litre that sits one floor below me as I write this. But, it's hard to justify the heart-rate increase at 3am when I leather up and ride WFO................
Its diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; its life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
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