That’s enough to go 200 miles between fuel stops, assuming your gluteal pain threshold is calibrated for 3 hours on a narrow, scantily upholstered seat that can induce monkey-butt in 59 minutes. There’s not much in the way of passing power at 70 mph in sixth, and wearisome high-frequency vibes begin to intrude at 75. The rider is carried higher and farther forward, so there’s less room for long arms between the handlebar and seat. Concise inseam? Opt for the optional “low” version. Over in the plus column, the GS’s trip computer lets you toggle through a broader selection of relevant data on its LCD panel without squinting or steering with one hand. Wind protection is marginal on both bikes, and the BMW’s windscreen is a notch below that. Heated handgrips—part of our 800’s Standard Package, along with ABS and that nifty trip computer—are second only to hot coffee on cold mornings, but they’re not so hot without handguards, which will add another $165 to the bottom line. Meanwhile, the Triumph is a comfortable enough place to spend a day or three. Noticeably smoother between 70 and 75 mph despite spinning 500 rpm faster, the counterbalanced triple can be nearly as stingy with the petrol, and its relatively luxurious, height-adjustable seat only starts to wear thin after the second or third tank.