My uncle had a brand new CB1100 that he highly customized with everything custom painted including frame and engine, clip ons, Rapid Transit full faring, engine work, 6 into 6 exhaust, on and on. The bike was a couple years old when he died of a heart attack at 42. I wanted the bike bad, but the entire extended family said they couldn't live with themselves if I died on the bike. I had been riding on the street for 5 years by this time.
When we would ride together I would be in 4th gear and he would still be in 2nd. After he completed all that work he test rode the bike on I-95 early in the morning with no cars around and a trooper wrote him for doing 75 in a 55. He says the trooper omitted the 3rd digit from the right.
They gave me his leathers and favorite cowboy hat though as a consolation prize.