When I was 15, I heard my first Ducati rumbling down the main drag of the little town I grew up in. It was a red Supersport. From then on, I can tell a Duke from a mile away - the rhythm of the broom vroom vroom strikes a chord with my heart. They inspired my imagination.
It took me another 14 years to turn this inspiration into courage. I stopped being a pillion passenger, got my riders license and bought my first motorcycle. A Kawasaki ZZR250. Now, I have The Silver Palomino - and we were made for one another.
It took me another 14 years to turn this inspiration into courage. I stopped being a pillion passenger, got my riders license and bought my first motorcycle. A Kawasaki ZZR250. Now, I have The Silver Palomino - and we were made for one another.
But that doesn't stop me wanting a Ducati.
When opportunity knocks on a sparkling winter's day, how could I deny The Silver Palomino the pleasure of spending the day with two friends?? A black Monster and her Big Brother.
What was your inspiration to get your riders licence?
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