While they're doing work on my bike, I snapped more shots of their kick-ass dealership and the wicked bikes contained within its walls.
Customer bike in the shop:
Not sure if the name subliminally planted the image in my head, but whenever I see the Diavel I can't help but picture the Devil himself riding it with one arm in the air, the other on the throttle, thick pointy tail curved up and blowing in the wind:
And now, though there's probably no bike that, to me, is sexier than the paint scheme of Rainey's YZR500...
...the Corse scheme comes close. It's like some sort of optical prophecy, visually reproducing the perfect image of passion and austerity, anger and reserve, as if it's just sitting there waiting for a precise moment in time to disclose the purpose of its patience.
From the glorious 848 Color schemes it's clear that Ducati knew it had to do SOMETHING that didn't involve tooling to keep people buying 848s in what I'm guessing is their final production run. And fuck yes it's working (at least for the purposes of this moto-porn post). How the Japanese have not yet learned a lesson from Ducati's aesthetics teams blows my mind. I love Japanes bikes, but the adolescent graphics have got to go. Gather around engineers of the rising sun. You want to sell yesteryear's bike tomorrow? Here's how it's done: