No chicken strips were harmed in the making of this picture.
So there we have it, four very different bikes, offering four lots of differing virtues and harbouring more hang-ups than you’ll find in a picture framing shop. Being honest, there was no perfect performer in this gaggle but each seemed able to trump the others in their own unique way. For me, no bike can match the MT’s motor. It wasn’t the most powerful in the mix, but the torque it offered shamed the rest and made wheelies so easy even Frodo could have pulled one. But all that grunt came at a price; namely to your retinas with this particular model’s colourways.