When a stranger meets a Ducati:
Enjoying your commentary. Interesting take on things. In 2002 when my son graduated HS I bought him a Ducati 750 Monster called a 'Senna'. It was a grey motorcycle with red wheels. Put on some Termi's for the sound and sent him off to college in Tempe.
His Monster always attracted attention with its unique appearance and really sweet sound. So one day he rolls up to some pumps, blips the throttle and shuts her off. An elderly gentleman walks up and starts examining the bike carefully from all angles. He only had one comment: "That ain't no Honda..."
