Living in Europe I see more than my share of cool bikes so when I hit the track at Nurburgring it's normal that my bike becomes lost in the sea of far superior / more exotic pieces of art. Well Sunday I made the treck over to the ring, parked the Ducati and went to buy my ticket for some laps. As I wonder back through the car park filled with Agusta's, Aprila's, R model Fila Ducati's, Porsche's, 5 series BMW's etc etc I find a guy down on his knee's eying my bike upclose. So I stop and watch at a distance as this guys gives my bike the once twice and third over, So I walk over and chat a bit. In the end he walked away impressed and me with my head in the clouds that someone took the time to notice my pride and joy.
