After 6000 miles on BMW’s 800GS, I’ve come to at least one immutable conclusion. It can be either an astonishingly capable broadband street bike, or a reasonable capable mid-side adventurer, but not both. As delivered, it’s a street bike with dirty aspirations. The potential for more is there, but everything I’ve done to make it more functional and less horrifying in the dirt squelches the bike’s pavement persona. Have another look at the picture.Bark Busters are the best insurance you can buy against bashing your levers, knuckles and various other pricy bits against inconveniently placed trailside impediments. But the smaller bar-ends let more of the Rotax twin’s natural vibration through to the grips, so it’s a whole lot buzzier on the freeway now. Continental TKC80 quasi-knobbies are light-years ahead of the average street-biased adventure rubber, but don’t grip pavement anywhere near as well. I can live with slowing down in the twistiest bits, but when that pink Mary Kay Cadillac up ahead locks all four wheels in Wednesday commute traffic, all I can say is thank God for ABS. The Touratech headlight grill looks serious, and it’s saved the lens from the contrail of flying rock tossed up by a certain KTM 950 Adventure that usually ends up in front of me. But on the way home, that crosshatch shadow on the twilight pavement makes me crazy. My Wolfman Expedition tank bag is built like a tank, and as long as I'm sitting down, it’s fantastic. When I stand up, it’s a black and yellow distraction that always seems to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.