There are so many things wrong with this commercial that I don’t even know where to begin. If I’ve been doing the horizontal mambo all night long, I’d damn sure make time for a shower in the morning. And who sleeps in a bathrobe? Not me, that’s for damn sure. In fact, I’m not even sure I own a bathrobe, and my house doesn’t look anything like the one in the video.
Ferrari 458 Italia Versus Ducati 1198S: There Are No Losers
November 30, 2010 By Leave a Comment
I’ve seen dozens of car versus bike videos, and the outcome is usually the same: in a drag race, the bike spanks the car. On a dry track with long straights, it’s advantage, bike. On a tight track, or on a wet track, the car wins almost every time. Of course the rider and driver skill have a lot to do with it, so you have to assume that both driver and rider are equally skilled. Make a mistake in the Ferrari, and you’re looking at an expensive repair bill. Make a mistake on the Ducati, and you won’t even get the expensive repair bill until after your expensive hospital stay.
Ducati Diavel – The Ultimate Tech Cruiser
November 12, 2010 By Leave a Comment
If there is one thing Ducati is known for besides their high performance Desmodromic L-twin engines, it’s their undying passion for aggressive and beautiful designs; and the Ducati Diavel is no exception to that rule.
Diavel got its name by an off-hand comment by one its creators after they saw the bike finished for the first time exclaiming, Ignurànt comm’ al Diavel!”; which in the Bolognese dialect of Italian means: “Evil, just like the devil!”. According to the fine folks over at Ducati, this type of naming ‘convention’ is how the Ducati Monster got it’s name as well.
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2011 Ducati Monster 796 Is Everything You Need, Nothing You Don’t
June 23, 2010 By Leave a Comment
I’ve always been a big sport-tourer motorcycle kind of guy. They’re comfortable (mostly), fast (as long as you don’t throw in too many tight corners) and can eat up the miles like Kirstie Alley can suck down bon-bons. I’ve always had this dream of giving society the single-digit salute and heading off for parts unknown with just the shit I can stuff in my hard bags and lash to the rear seat. The problem is that I’ve never had the time, money or inclination to do this, and the older I get the less likely it is. My BMW is a great bike, but it’s big, it’s heavy and it’s not particularly entertaining on Florida’s straight and flat roads.
