...it startled me! A desert Santa left me a Ducati under the mesquite tree! In reality, of course, I had picked it up from the dealer the afternoon before, almost one month to the day after its demise. But I was so loopy with a nasty cold that it was all I could do to ride it the few miles home from the shop.
"That's a mighty nice bike you got there, Pretty Lady, " said the guy who watched me take this picture. A sleek, sexy, Italian bike does wonders for any gal's looks - call it "Ducati Goggles."
I was going to take an awesome picture with a drop dead background to celebrate the event. I really was. I even borrowed a tripod for the occasion. (Thanks, Martha!). But fiddling with the tripod, finding the best viewpoint (a counter-intuitive process, I discovered), positioning the bike just so etc., kinda takes the sport out of sport riding. It was as bad as, if not worse than trying to take a good picture of your dinner when you'd rather be eating it. So I snapped all of two I-really-should-fix-my-helmet-hair-shots, said "enough of THIS," and hit the road. Vroom!
Ducati 696: more money than I had any business spending.
Air cooled bike that smokes my hams at stoplights: yow!
Speeding tickets: might become a problem
Unbeatable power to weight ratio, torque to spare, and feet flat on the ground: as they say, priceless.
Baby, we're back!
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