A beuatiful fall day, crisp air, dry roads, falling leaves in full plumage. The brutal acceleration of the RC along twisty undulating country roads following a river. Triple digits. The bike wants to go fast, and it is like flying forward through a kaleidascope of fall colors. At the coffee stop, I am wondering how a more modern bike can be any better. It is no wonder that they need a basket full of electronic aids to make them safe and rideable. I'll take the raw version please, and try to stay within my limits.