Not better, Gary, less aggressive.  Which is why I could never make it on a race track.   When I rode off-road it was generally at a very mild pace.  For me, the bike allowed me to go places I would have trouble walking to.  I'm also relatively non-aggressive on the street, other than having a bad habit of accelerating briskly to cruising speed.

Many riders are far more skilled than I am.  Not many are more defensive.

Don't tell Mrs B but The Lettuce had a lay down just last week.  Not by choice - I can't see that would ever make sense. To get it in an out of my office where I keep it, over the street from my house, I have to go one step up from the street then over another step through the door.  A trials rider would find it a doddle but not me.  I lay a length of builders shuttering board as a ramp then, easing the clutch, up and in we go.  Except on Sunday, back from a ride, we didn't.  Still don't know how I messed it up quite so badly but the next thing I knew I was on the floor of the office with the Savage on its side on top of my leg and the freshly filled tank spewing petrol out of the filler cap.  Step one: extract leg.  Step two: Hobble over to shut the doors before neighbour (or worse, my wife) spots me. Step three: pick 'er up and inspect for damage - slight bend to handlebars it seems.  Hey, they were due for replacement with flat bars anyway.  Could be the first time a Savage has come rest stopped by a stack of PA sound gear that was due to be tested before putting it away for storage.