Originally Posted by Amplimator

Due to the local ducati dealer being farmer giles away i had to leave the hyper there for its service and make do with a loan bike. 70-odd miles home on this...



What a utter POS.

Its the most vibey bike ever, the motor shakes like a sh1tting dog on tickover and when rolling off the throttle my teeth shook in their sockets. The brakes are non existent, didnt realise till i come off the M5 and needed to scrub off some speed for a roundabout. This time i resembled the sh1tting dog.
I really dont understand why the older generation like them, its so uncomfortable! My knees were just millimetres away from my elbows and the wind blast was worse than my hypermotard. Motorway speeds were unbearable. The saddle almost gave me piles. In an hour.
I told the lovely old dealership guy he may as well have given me a fookin horse to ride home. The guy (complete with beard, long hair and shades indoors) wasnt amused, esp when i called him a cnut for trying to get me killed on my way home.

It sounded nice tho, and strangely i kinda started to enjoy it. In a non-a$$less leather chaps kinda way.