Unfamiliar with the BMW, I pressed on and continued to feel the shame and frustration of acceleratus interruptusat every corner exit. Along the downhill back straight, the S1000RR was a missile. But when I went for the brake and two backshifts, the bike wouldn't let me; I had to take to the run-off. Flustered and at a loss, I turned around and went after what was left of my allotted time. Downshifting worked without a glitch when I did it at lower rpm and used more clutch (like with the GSX-R), and at least I could get the BMW turned with less effort than I could on the Suzuki. But I continued to feel the bike's traction control busily working away at every turn, and my boots kept dragging, keeping this bike from being my favorite. Yet the two other fastest Masters mustered their best times on the S1000RR. What gives?! Upon my return to the pits, the BMW support staff wanted to know what went wrong. I confessed my electro-inhibitions, and they went straight to the right handlebar. "Ah! You just rode it in Sport mode! It should be in Slick setting!"