When I was 13 years old (among the S Club 7 and Steps posters) this exact model (and colour) R1 would be drooled over on an almost nightly basis. I knew that when I was a big boy I would have one. They say you should never meet your heroes, but whoever said that obviously hasn't ridden this R1. I know these aren't 200bh[+ like the modern litre sportbikes but there was something enchantingly nostalgic about its raw, un-electronically-faffed with power that really did it for me. An old R1 may not be the fanny magnet it once was but it tickled me in all the right places.