I rode like that when I came back into motorcycling after a 20 year hiatus. I bought a Ducati SS and rode with a loose collection of locals periodically. They liked to haul ass through the twists in New England. I knew we were behaving dangerously at the time and I was old enough to know better. Not long after I was invited to a track day at New Hampshire Speedway. It took me awhile to understand what I was trying to do. Plus I was totally exhausted by mid-afternoon! After a couple more track days with decent instruction I became at least competent enough not to be a danger to those around me. The last time I took to the track was my son's Aprilia 250 two-stroke race bike in an effort to earn a racing license. That Aprilia was a revelation! I realized then that trying to go fast on the street was not only dangerous but not really going fast. I also learned that no street rider even knows what fast is until they learn how to road race and move up the ranks. Today I like rolling through the twisties fast enough to feel the bike work a little bit, but not really hooligan. I still enjoy hustling a dirt road on a proper machine with knobby tires, though. But these are remote dirt roads and I leave enough room on blind turns to manage the sudden arrival of traffic. I do this in groups, but only occasionally ride with groups on the street. Often those are on the spirited side, but I don't mind letting them go and catch back up at the next stop. They don't mind me doing it either.