Exactly. It's like the Nissan GT-R. If you just looked at the numbers, or it's comparatively bland exterior, you'd pass right by it in favor of a Porsche or something. The numbers totally fail to reveal that it bends the Earth to its will and allows any Jack Russel Terrier to post lap times within seconds of any six-digit priced supercar. The numbers can give you a general idea of this and that; they can clearly show that a '70 BSA will be flogged to death by anything made in the last... well... 35 years. But what they won't tell you is how the power comes on, how the steering feels, how suspension will respond to bumps and jumps and humps and even grumps who don't like motorsports because of pollution and decide to lay in the track in front of you to stop the whole madness but didn't expect you to be a fearless lunatic who would run them over and use them for traction in the corner. The details will determine what is best for you, and it's probably different from what's best for Billy Bob and what's best for James Stewart. It's been said that Jimi Hendrix' guitar was almost unplayable for 95% of guitarists, and the same goes for bikes.
