Easy, Darth-Man...
I wasn't raggin' on ya'!
Just wanted to point out that it often isn't the quantity, but the quality.
The guys I ride with down here most definitely have different riding paces, and we can get pretty strung out, but we long since solved the fuel capacity issue - we all just stop at the max range of the shortest range bike on the ride... Like my buddy Doug's Honda Superhawk was good for only about 100 miles when it had the stock tank. He has since adapted (and very stylishly and seamlessly, BTW) a VFR tank and he can get about 120 miles between refueling. Everybody in our regular group can go farther than that, but we all just stop when he needs to.
Same with feed schedules... We usually always end up with the group meeting for breakfast, even if some of us start out 200 miles away. We just leave early enough to hit the breakfast spot everybody from all around has decided on (usually the Utopia Cafe in Utopia, TX or the OST in Bandera) at the appointed time... Lunch comes when the first guy cries "Uncle" and we go from there. Not very scientific, but a definite "easy going" method that raises no hackles...
And we just *LOVE* the guy who fiddling with his gloves or still cleaning his face shield, etc. at the gas stops! Why?
Because he always gets unmitigated razzing and ribbing. Usually, because of this unrelenting jibing, that guy doesn't continue to be the tail of the dog for long... We have even left 'em at the pump before. That definitely cures it!
Then again, I have often piddled around the pumps on purpose... Just so I have a reason to haul arse and pass a few folks in the twisties...
All in all, we just kind of try and keep it good-natured and loose, loose, loooooooose... So nobody feels too much pressure.
And i would *NEVER* ride in a melee like that Russian debacle!
How was the Norton shin-dig?
Just my two ducats...
Cheers!
Dallara