3 AM and thanks to red wine fueled tossing and turning sleep is eluding me, so I concede the hunt and pick up reading in the living room. Kingdom of Fear, is Hunter S. Thompson at his best and worst; disjointed, confused and on the verge of psychotic break, through to cunning lucid and sharply accurate. Turing the chapter I’m confronted with the word “Speedism” in bold print, I pick up the 2007 GSX-R 1000 and after a week of “Tourism” on the V-Strom 650 ABS this can only be a portent.