So I peeled off from the group just beyond Baraboo and went my own way-which is when I learned to stop worrying and love the Buell. Dial the speeds down a few clicks and everything suddenly makes sense. Moving more slowly, I ventured beyond the lettered county highways onto the beat-down, one-lane farm roads that crisscross Wisconsin's Driftless area. In these environs, the Uly rocked. The extra suspension travel devoured bottomless potholes, the tall stance let me see around and over every obstacle on the unfamiliar roads, and the high, wide bar allowed me to lever effortlessly around anything animal, vegetable or mineral that popped up in my path. But best of all was the torque-rich motor: Overworked at open-class speeds, here it never needed shifting. Just roll in and out of the throttle for immediate forward motion, instantly lofting the front wheel over the slightest rise for endless smiles. Buell just might have built the ultimate back-back-road bike.