You're a blessed person.
Haven't been able to convince the spousal unit of the dire need to adopt a second Italian beauty (does she fear the competition?) Would love an MV, but another Ducati isn't punishment either (talk about understatement)
You're a blessed person.
Haven't been able to convince the spousal unit of the dire need to adopt a second Italian beauty (does she fear the competition?) Would love an MV, but another Ducati isn't punishment either (talk about understatement)
RonB
Ron you need an Italian girl like me, she understands the need to have 4 Ducs in the garage and may be giving consent for an old bevel soon.
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The spousal unit is good about bikes but doesn't want me to ad sportbikes. The first Ducati I ever looked at (with the intent of buying) was the SS400 Nuda, but she talked me out of it. I realized that she was right, 400cc is not enough (although I don't think this is what she meant), so I tried again with the SS900 in '95.
She okay'd the MV Agusta 750 Oro, but what did I know? They were all gone and the good people at MV told me that I would be number sixthousand-something on the waiting list.
Also never managed to get a reservation in for a MH900e. Then we found one at a TX dealership, of course they wanted more than MSRP, got a reservation and started thinking. At the same time, I had to travel out of state and one morning, got an e-mail from my wife, letting me know that she'd gone over to this dealership and had written a check for it So no complaining here. But I still like to add a SuperSport (for starters).
To use a popular local word.. "Solid"
I’m still waiting on a response from the insurance company of the guy who backed over my bike. I’ll have my insurance rattle their cage next week.
Yeah? How about me warming up the VFR on my really steep driveway (while I was closing my front door) when it decided to creep forward on it´s own, retracting it´s sidestand, falling on it´s side AND sliding for a few yards down the block only to end her Sunday morning impromptu ride under my neighbor´s rear bumper.
Now, wanna hear the really funny part?
Turns out I couldn´t pick it up on my own because the street is also very steep and every inch I lifted it from the ground the bike slid further, so I had to wake up my then pregnant wife and have her hold the front brake lever while I pushed the bike upright...while wearing full leathers, helmet and earplugs. At least it was so early nobody was watching. Or so I think.
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