I honestly don't know about talent, and I can't say I was the best rider around (though how you measure 'best' is another matter).
But in my time (80's and 90's mostly) being a biker was a much more cultural thing and not the same as many modern motorcyclists. It was your only form of transport, rain or shine, summer or winter it didn't matter. You lived in your leathers, and rode to go places not to ride (that's not to say the bike wasn't important). You always rode rat bikes, not for the image but because that was all you could afford.
You spent every penny you had on your bike and only worried about protective gear long afterwards! (usually after skidding down the road on yer arse after the autumns first rainfall when the rubber and diesel on the road made for friction free travel and close examination of tarmac at 30 or 40 mph!)
You didn't wash your bike before going on a ride, you washed after it was full of mud and road crap and salt from spraying etc. so the wheels would start going round again and the brakes stopped binding!
When I got the Triumph about 8 years ago, all the bikers I came across were weekend riders, not bikers at all. They'd spend hours washing and polishing their bikes to take out once or twice a month on a Sunday, and all go to visit some wretched café in the countryside - I tried joining in and lasted two rides before swearing never to do it again!
But the saddest thing was I too was no longer a biker, but just a mere motorcyclist!
As for the toecap, my guess is it was feeling a little downtrodden, being used only for changing gear, and wanted to get in on the action a little. I felt a little mean at the idea of cropping it out, and in return it promised to avoid ingrown nails for at least a few months! Sweet!