Being weened in motocross, and racing desert into my mid thirties all while riding street bikes for commuting and pleasure 'Sport' was usually my focus. A long and enjoyable experiment/ownership of a V-Max and then later a Valkyrie instilled an appreciation for muscle cruisers. When Triumph released and I saw the first R3 I put it on a bucket list of sorts.
Too me the R3 is the personification of an Ed Roth type cartoon, proof that "Size matters" and total vindication that "There is No replacement for displacement".
I have always given a friendly two fingered waive to Harley owners as I swooped past them on my sportbikes. Now I SNEER at them as I
Rocket past them