Well, it sounds more sinister than it really was. My in-laws came up for the weekend for a visit... my father in law, a long time BMW rider, decided to hire a Harley for Sunday to fulfill a longtime ambition. After I gave him a bowl of nails for breakfast to get him into character for the experience, we headed off to hire the bike. It took 5 goes to turn over the engine, and included a costly stationary drop in the driveway of the hire place , he was on his way astride what seemed like 10,000kgs of 'Night Train' something or other. He looks like a harley rider, grungy beard and all, so he fit right in. On the open road, his presence in front of me saw a lack of nodding that comes with the brand; this changed when I was leading . Even the genuine harley riders (who were snacking on a few nails while they were riding) didn't nod at him. Must be his lack of club patches! Other sports bikes stayed behind me for a while, bemused at the fact that I wasn't attempting to overtake this sluggish noisy beast. They almost seemed to shake their heads as they blitzed by us. Kudos to my missus, running point with the rest of the family in the hyundai, who set a cracking pace for most of the day! She had a short (3 km) first stint as pillion on the R6 which she, even as a seasoned two-upper, thoroughly disliked . The Harley had me beat hands down in that dept! Overall it was a good day, even the lesuirely cruise through the Advancetown sweepers - by far the best MC road I have ever laid eyes on - was taken at a friendly pace. I hope we have done something for sports bike-harley relations.