The one that passed me was in that wine red colour.
Another thing I hate now I come to think of it is bikers behind me that I can't see. I think it might have been the same day and I was heading in the direction of Inveraray behind a car, a few trucks and a car towing a caravan. I was aware of a Mini behind me but, at one point when I glanced back I was sure I saw a bike between me and the Mini. As the mini wasn't that far back in my mirrors, if there was a bike behind me he must have no more than a few feet behind me. I started to think I was seeing things because, even though I was shifting road position for bends I wasn't seeing anything but the Mini behind me and then, after a few miles I glimpsed it again. The bugger sat dead in my blind spot and hardly any distance behind me for miles. If it wasn't for a couple of glimpses I wouldn't have known he was there until I had to brake suddenly and he ran into me. Put simply, when he eventually passed me, it was an R1 and all I thought was 'feckin' twat!'