Bummed by a test ride

[Pterodactyl_imp]

Can someone pls tell me point blank if the engine response and sound as shown in virtualGuth video (7:35-8:15) normal and typical of CB1100? Because this was pretty much my experience on the test ride, and I didn't like it.

Normally this might be considered splitting hairs and overly nit-picking, but we all know that Honda engineers spent an obsessive amount of effort to get it 'just right'. So I just want to know if this is the expected end result? Because if it is normal, and expected, I would like to know if a pipe or a tune can change it.

Normal and typical of CB1100? Want to be told point blank? OK, here goes:

This bike can only be described as a complete travesty. An insult to the honourable history of motorcycle evolution. Why? Lets start with the engine, if you can reluctantly bring yourself to describe it as such - completely underpowered for the task, more suited to a CT90 frame but only with riders not in excess of the 101lbs of fun class. Styling - prehistoric, as ugly as the north end of a south bound camel. No amount of botox in the form of mail order farkling can save this wrinkled crone. Suspension - solid, mate, solid, almost brick like, virtually non-adjustable and that produces handling remarkably similar to my 1950 Rumanian built Crapislava Special (solid tyres, cast iron rims and unsprung). Colours - words like nauseating, loathsome, gross, gut-churning and emetic spring to mind. Obviously chosen by a latté sipping, pointy toed shoe wearing set designer for the Australian ballet. Dealer service and support - laughable, totally inadequate except for excellence in the black art of money gouging. Honda - The Power of Schemes seems appropriate. Ever wonder why they are reluctant to give test rides? Obvious I would have thought. Service departments (did I just say service? I must be hallucinating) populated by pimply faced, flat headed, dull eyed pseudo mechanics who wouldn't even know what grade oil to use.

There is more, much more. So why would I buy such a grotesque pile of underpowered dung? I didn't. I still curse the day it fell off the back of a truck over-loaded with unsaleable stock bound for a beach on the sub-continent where it was to be broken up, smelted down and made into low grade knife, fork and spoon sets for the knock-off market in Bangkok. Due to being in what might be called an impecunious and necessitous circumstance (temporary I can assure you so all those outstanding loans will be honoured), I have had to endure 38000 miserable kilometres on this execrable excuse for a motorcycle; when I can coax more than 5kmph from the evil apparatus I'm being exposed to the elements by that almost unendurable and certainly inescapable wind blast - no screen, not even the all conquering National Supersize Road King, can help; my hearing being inexorably destroyed by the high pitched shrieks from that straining excuse for a power (please don't laugh) plant; my haemorrhoids raw, bleeding and abraided by the seat-that-has-no-mercy. At my age only death can release me from this motorcycling hell. Mercifully, with the handling of this treacherous beast that may not be far away.

Mate, don't feel guilty about nit-picking. So my advice, mate, is to get another bike, not a CB. There it is. Point blank and with the full metal jacket.

Cheers, especially to all my brothers in CB motorcycling perdition.