Your test of the Tracer 9 GT, with mentions of ‘grinding pegs’ and ‘showers of sparks’, triggered an old memory… It's the end of a summer day in 1981. I'm on my Honda H100A at a junction in a Sussex village, waiting as a bike comes towards me. It's a water buffalo (Suzuki GT750) being ridden two-up at a good pace, and the rider is signalling left. He slows, swings into the turn… and realises that the turn is sharper than he expected, with an uphill gradient and adverse camber.
He leans the bike way over to the left, and everything grounds: pegs, stands, maybe the exhaust as well. Clattering, grinding, scraping, sparks all over the place. With a mighty heave on the bars he gets it upright again. But…