Ah, sweet sound of Saruman.
The digest of both articles, the second more so than the first, is that the bullet is to be ridden at a sedate pace, humming mythic mantra's while in a purple haze.
Of course it can, I do at times if I feel like, so could you.
But that ain't the Bullet, no sir.
It is conceived and built to operate on roads that don't survive a winter, to go against the harshest nature can throw at it, to climb the highest mountains in the world, loaded to capacity, with no complaints. To throttle on while you gasp for breath.
Made Like A Gun, remember?
Rides Like A Bullet, remember?