Poor dusty Ducati.
Here is another one from the way back machine – this time from April 2003. Kenny’s Aprilia Falco and my Ducati 996 at Long Island’s Big Duck.
Italian motorcycles and giant roadside animals… love was bound to happen.
When I stood in the driveway putting my gloves on, I could hardly believe that my gorgeous, red devil is now 10 years old. When I look at it, I still think it is one of the most beautiful motorcycles ever made.
In some ways when I look at my Ducati, memories of it being my daily rider seem like yesterday. And yet, they seem like a whole lifetime ago. The 996 was always an extreme relationship.
Riding it always touched an emotional part of me that no other bike had. It has something special in it’s feel, it’s sound. Grabbing a fist full of throttle unleashes an exhaust note from it’s Termignoni cans that can set your heart on fire with a deep, resonating rumble.
When I returned home from my ride, I was tickled pink. It just felt so good get to know that bike again.
It was wheeled in to the garage and put back on the battery tender. And then,… the strong smell of gasoline filled the garage. ::drip::drip::drip:: Drops of gas fell from the underside of the tank. ::sigh::
There’s that wonderful Ducati-mystique I missed so much. Pfft.
It’s not what you ride, it’s that you ride. These 5 ugly motorcycles are exceptions to that rule.
We’ve all heard the phrase time and time again. Loud Pipes Save Lives
Strangely enough it’s only the people who have loud pipes who seem to decree this. Coincidence?
The clever boys and girls who make up the dry-clutch sportbike set have their own cutsey version of the saying: Loud Clutches Save Lives. Loud mouths don’t save lives very often. Nor do loud patterned Hawaiian shirts. Rarely do you find a loud mouth in a Hawaiian shirt saving anyone.
What do you think? Loud Pipes: Do they save lives or do they just annoy the crap out of your neighbors?