I would say that I had had enough of "character" with my 1975 Norton Commando 850, but will also gladly say that the Blackbird had character, but in a much more tolerable manner. The Snortin' Norton sat in a sultry, obstinate, "not feelin' it and I ain't a-gonna start or run today" state of disdain toward me, more than it saw road duty.
Lucas-Prince-Of-Darkness electrics, indeed.
In stark contrast, the XX was quick and fast, good-looking in my eyes, smooth and dreamy ride, handled exceptionally well at all speeds, and it just raised my heart rate every time I swung a leg over it.
And except for that one time the regulator/rectifier ate my battery (known issue with the early Blackbirds and VFRs), it started every time I pressed the button.