From road racing and riding, I've noticed that the reality is it just makes no odds as to your level of perceived 'ability'. Much is down to tyre profile too, as well as how much you hang off. I'd hang off like a money (cos am a fat coont and would grind out all over the shop otherwise) and would have big strips. My mate was a skinny beggar and wouldn't hang off at all. We were always within 1sec of each other, and he'd often ride to the edge.
Any fool who judges me on my chicken is welcome to his opinion as I simply won't give a shit.
I prefer to let my riding do the talking, and when the posing wankers catch up 10 minutes later with their sliders untouched and their bike hardly up to temperature, I'll be into my 2nd bacon sammie and about to head off.
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