None of them were enjoyable unless I was riding at 7/10ths - 8/10ths of my abilities; the rest of the time they were miserable rides, IMHO. Nervous, twitchy steering, overly sensitive front brakes, cramped seating position, toggle switch powerbands, annoying tingling & buzzing through everything I touched. King of the Hill one year, a has-been the next . . .
If being able to turn sub 11 second quarter mile times is a person's main criteria for purchasing a motorcycle, then I do not have a problem with that. More power to them, I say. Enjoy the stoplight drags, if that's what floats yer boat . . .
What tires me is reading the posts chanting the motorcycle magazines' mantra of performance specifications being the absolute God's own measure of worth; it is not. The streets and highways of America are not divided into quarter-mile segments. Sooner or later, the limitations posed upon the owner's "Rocket", by said rocket, will leave them frustrated and wanting; wanting something more enjoyable, more satisfying . . .
My 95FLHTC is presently in the Harley Hospital for it's 70,000 mile service and I've got most of the chrome on a card table in my garage.
So all my riding partners showed up yesterday in my gated community driveway to help me mourn. 46 full dress Harleys and a bunch of high class, nasty lookin' retired guys and one Yamaha. :-) (we ordered out - 2 pizzas and a Budweiser truck.) They all pitched in and helped me look at the carpet my bike "Usually" is parked on as we all held hands and sang Kum-ba-ya. And then we beat-up the guy on the Yamaha.