In 1990 I had a brand new Yamaha FZR600B, I was running it in by riding up the A6 to Kirby Lonsdale on a sunny sunday. I got overtaken by a soft top Porsche 911 at a set of lights, he proceeded to take cars three at a time for the next 20 miles. He was followed by about 30 bikes trying to keep up with him, every time we overtook a bike it tagged on, it was like the pied piper. We finally got to the M6 junction and he wound it up to naughty speeds, with the smoke of a bunch of 500 Suzuki Gammas chasing him, leaving me at an indicated 100-ish trying to pretend I was still running the bike in, I got overtaken by a private hire car
The guy in the Porsche looked happy, and he knew how make progress relatively safely, it was one of those glorious days that cements a love of bikes. A good race, a cuppa at Devils Bridge and a pleasant ride home chasing a Kawasaki KR1S down back roads, bliss.