Beast of a Beauty

DUCATI ....My Precious

I had an encounter with a beautiful beast yesterday.

It was red and black and had a sleek and slinky aura that was ever so inviting. It brought me back to years ago when I had a similar encounter.

The rider's name is Bella 

Back then it didn’t have the curves and finesse of today but it still had that raw qualities of attraction ..that of RAAW Power….as you let out the clutch and felt the raw power of adrenalin from the twist of the throttle as it thrusts you fast forward …ahhh what a rush

That was the DUCATI that I remembered. It was a 250cc  unlike the one I encountered yesterday which I’m sure was a 900cc and was ridden by a woman.

Pardon my manners please ..her name (the rider) is Bella…

Yes, Italian bikes like the Ducati and Apirila (though I pronounced it as Parrila) were beasts compared to those well mannered British bangers of the day. But I settled for an docile I-talian .. MV Agusta in my day and it took me to many an adventure….ahh memories.  

Kinta Kid