I'm reminded of my friend, Andrew who bought a '72 (?) 750 Commando Roadster in '76. It was reasonably quick when he bought it and would pull wheelies away from the lights two-up. However, Andrew was hell-bent on turning it into a long-distance high-speed sports tourer. This was before road motorcycles with different styles and purposes were ever produced and the closest thing he had in mind was the endurance racing motorcycles which were, at that time, being campaigned in 24 hour events at the Bol d'Or and similar events. So the Commando was dismantled to be reborn as a Godier Genoud Kawasaki replica or not....
One of the first things he found was that the pistons had been reversed in the bores and strangely enough, in spite of various hop-up parts, the bike never went so well again. In its final guise, the Commando sported a home-built fiberglass tank, a Dunstall twin headlamp endurance fairing with extended hand guards and a fibreglass seat pan and hump. All of these were painted in a lurid pink paint job which Andrew swore was a Porsche factory colour. The extended handguards were paired with home-wound heated grips. This was in the days before such things were commercially available and to power them and the twin headlamps, Andrew wound his own alternator stator and cast it in resin. The engine was filled with an assortment of tuning parts, ported head, high-comp pistons and hot camshaft which provided little or no more motive power than the original reversed piston setup. After the original Amal concentric carbs had shed their floatbowls by the roadside as a result of vibration, and he had to fashion a float spindle and needle from whittled matchsticks, Andrew fitted MkII Amal carburettors. The finishing touches were rearsets and Dunstall megaphone silencers.
Andrew actually made two trips from Scotland to France on the beast. On the first one he borrowed my Interstate tank which came back with a large dent from his left knee when he had crashed the bike. On the second trip he became so disgusted with the abomination he'd wrought that he sold it to a Frenchman for 1 Franc. Somehow, none of that served as a lesson to me and before I finally sold it, my '76 MkIII had been fitted with a ported head, 10.25:1 Omega pistons, a 3S camshaft, drilled front and rear brake discs, reverse-cone "peashooter" silencers, a red and white BMW Motorsport alike paintscheme, rose-jointed rearsets and adjustable Laverda Jota handlebars. None of that served to turn it into the Jota or R100RS which I coveted at the time.