I don't recall seeing hardly any RD350s in Britain in the '70s. However, the RD250s were simply everywhere in obnoxious wailing ring-diggydee swarms because of the then motorcycle license (or, rather, "licence") laws, whereby basically any pimply doofus or spotty wanker could get a so-called "Provisional Licence," like a kind of Learner's Permit, with no testing whatsoever, valid for any bike up to 250cc to "learn on" for a year before testing for the full licence. These laws may have made some kind of sense when a "hot" BSA or Triumph 250 could muster up maybe 20 hp or 70 mph flat out on a good day with a brisk tailwind. But the RD250, more than any other motorcycle, was probably responsible for all the subsequent changes to the law, to the point where one nowadays needs to create a spreadsheet to understand what bikes one may or may not now ride.
Capable of over 100 mph, glorious suspension-bashing wheelies down the High Street, and typically indifferently maintained by a succession of inexperienced owners who seldom held onto them for much longer than the year or so it took to take the driving test, get a full license, and then buy something bigger and frankly, nicer, the RD250 was the original "organ donor special" and probably killed or crippled more British kids than German Buzz Bombs did during the War. Usually falling apart and/or weirdly bent and/or brakeless by the third or so owner, poxy fucking death traps, they were...And just marvelous for some, I suppose.