Which is exactly what the company did. If the ST1100 didn't age terribly well over 12 years of production--show us a bike that would--the makeover more than brings the ST up to date. Sure, it's sleek. Sure, it's swoopy. (Sure, that frowning taillight is ugly.) But function pervades the form. Air management is among the best we've seen, as there's a sizeable still-air pocket for the rider and passenger, and sufficient range of positions on the electrically motivated shield to suit everyone from Iggy Pop to Shaquille O'Neal. You get less helmet buzz with the shield down than on the FJR, but much more back-pushing with the screen all the way up. In between, you'll probably find happiness. Your fists hide behind the fairing, protected in part by the big, clear, utterly wonderful rearview mirrors. Your backside rests upon a multiadjustable seat that in one sitting undoes all the ass-bashing served by every CBR954RR and 600F4i in the fleet; it's really, really nice--firm, supportive, properly shaped.