I followed a feller on a new Ducati Hypermotard last night going into Upper Hutt.
The mirrors on those are most interesting. They hang off the bar ends.
No possibility of getting your elbows in the way with those.
But I imagine they're a complete bitch when lane splitting.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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