Motorcycling today is a study in contrasts. (We cribbed that from an eighth-grade filmstrip on Brazil, in case you're wondering.) Okay, that's trite, but it is true. Over the last few weeks, as we gathered our editorial wits to look back on a year of new, not-so-new, and egregiously old hardware tossed into the miasma of retail sales and foisted upon us at press launches prominently featuring egg-salad sandwiches and Kirkland sodas, the bifurcation of the market has become clear. Power at the top, movement at the bottom, not much in between. Signs, as they say, of the times.