I don’t really know how to start this article.
I mean, a bike comes out, so what? You eventually make it into the showrooms to check it out, or you see one you’re stoked about blow past you on the interstate, or that one guy at your bike night gets one. You see it, eventually. I cannot remember a time when such a big deal was made about a bike coming out, at least one that wasn’t Italian.
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Its been on my calendar for a month, this date, December 14th, the night the 848 officially arrives in selected dealerships. I had the day off, and nerded out playing Bioshock. The game is awesome, actually, but that’s material for some other guys blog. The point though is the game became an excuse not to leave. I was putting off going to see the bike, the one I have written so much about, the one I was making a big deal about. What if it disappointed me?
So I trucked out, down to my neighborhood Ducati dealer (literally- they’re right down the street), the Ducati Superstore of Phoenix. It was quite the to do. They did a great job, with the spotlights and cookies and cream puffs. Bocelli was piped in. Some beautiful girl made me an espresso. And amongst all this, two 848s sat facing each other, as undisappointing as possible. That’s definitely not a word…
The bikes were something, in person, in front of me. Not life changing, by any means. Bocelli himself could have been there bellowing, with rays of heaven illuminating the bikes, and it wouldn’t have made that big of a difference. But sweet they were. Stockier than their pictures paint, more stout. The 848 looks strong when it sits and front of you, but toy-like, especially the white one. As a kid, something like it would have been on my Christmas list. I suppose that’s why I want one so much now.
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I will say this: the white one, though bad ass, pales in comparison to the red. The red frame, the pop of the matte black belly pan, the black wheels and accents… it’s too much for any bike, let alone its brethren. Too all I’ve told about getting the white one, I retract. I’ll have the Ducati 848, in red please.
Something else, while I’m feeling honest. Its hard not to turn your head in a Ducati showroom. I like blondes, right. If I’m at the beach and see blonde hair, I’m looking, even if she’s haggard. Its the same at a Ducati dealership, with red everywhere, even the Multistrada looks good. Rubbernecking is allowed. But I saw a bike that I cannot stop thinking about, for its form, its function, what the bike’s all about.The Hypermotard beckons me with the equivalent of bedroom eyes. I want it, and may cheat.
Versus (Part 3): 848 vs. Hypermotard, then..?