So today, riding through an un-disclosed location on my cheap and cheerful (Comparatively) bike on my way to Wellington, I leave a small town.
Just after the 100KM/h signs a Ducati 1098 looking thing with a white front comes the other way.
I have an excellent ride over the next 50 odd KM and when the road straightens out I decide to stop and remove a layer from under my jacket. So while pulling over I spot the 1098 thing in my mirrors (He caught up!?! Cunt.) and he passes me and also comes to a stop. It's got the funny white front because it is a 1098R. As in ARRRrrrrrrr like pirate. As in should be called a '1198'. As in there are fuck all. Like 550 or something. It said so on the triple clamp. As in Ohlins, Termingoni, traction control, some extra CCs and carbon fibre everything.
Now since I am still some distance from home this Ducati cunt offers to show me the a better way home via some local backroads. So away we go and I get to enjoy some bumpy but interesting roads on the way to in the vague direction of Wellington.
At some point near the end of this journey Ducati cunt pulls over, gets off and points at the 1098R. Ducati cunt is telling me to take it for a spin.
I have to report that the Ducati 1098R is a fucking excellent motorcycle and that guy is a fucking good (Ducati) cunt.
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