SeekingFire
http://www.ducati.ms/forums/showthread.php?t=9699&page=1&pp=10
well this question has been brought up on many forums but I think the answer by the legendary (even if it is in his own mind) eastbay851 just about sums it up for me...Long Live eastbay851( there is little bit in every one of us)
shit another “what can you tell me about getting a Ducati?”…please…the answer to this is never about dry clutches, desmodromics or getting laid so understand. i m tired of people dancing Ducati and not knowing the song. i don t choose what i ride. it chooses me. i walked by or saw all of the bikes i ve ever owned and i didn t have a chance. each of them attacked me with a need to be ridden by me. rides pursue me to the point of torture. i cannot get rid of them. they stand before me and tantalize more than any woman. my pulse beats faster…i cannot sleep. i pretended not to notice with the Triple8. i walked away…i was back in 4 hours with a cashiers check. many have described the essence of Ducati as representing internal emotional states that cannot be put into words. every Ducatista knows this. the bigger question…the big mystery is how to achieve this transfer of feelings…how to translate your energy into movement and action and how the bike the ride and the original passion come together to create the song. the Ducati ride is your own experience…a culmination of your feelings…your joys your tragedies…your wisdom. if you haven t lived…if you are with no scars or smiles Ducati won t emerge in the song. we have learned that there is a boundary line to riding a bike that it is only riding a bike but when the bike is Ducati and the road is right and the wisdom is right and you ve done your homework and you ve composed that ride in your head and you ride that ride and it all fits into place… that ride is as creative as any music...as beautiful as a sultry “Bolero” as powerful as Beethoven s “5th” as sensual as “Wild Horses” as wicked as “Jumpin Jack Flash” as cerebral as “The Wall“ as intoxicating as “Kashmir” or as idealistic as “Imagine”…but you must understand…the ride is yours and only yours…it is of your ears, of your eyes, of your soul only. in this way it is like an unrecorded song. it can be truly real but once. it is of no value to attempt description. Ducati isn t about “fuck you”…it s about “fuck me.” the desire to get from one place to another quicker has always been. it is in the essence of man that this search be ongoing. with Ducati you are at the zenith of man s search…of man s technical evolution. in this way those who touch and are touched by Ducati are in the presence of the greatness of man…the vision of Taglioni…the courage of Hailwood…the drive of Bordi. those who ride Ducati are constantly in search of the ride…the ride that is equal to the best song you know. one doesn t just come up with a great song. one comes up with a great idea and writes a song around it. when you come up with your idea when you begin to look at a ride as a composition of time space and your own evolution as part of the human spirit…when you compose the ride in your mind before you ignite the machine…and that composition FUCKING DEMANDS that you start that machine…when you are being backed by the right band…when the road is seduced not thrashed…when the bike is an appendage not an instrument…when gravity and friction disappear…when slow and fast work together to compliment each…when you ride with your soul and not the throttle…when it all keeps the right beat…when all this happens and you realize that it comes close to happening every time you mount a particular bike and that realization hits you as strong as the first time you ever experienced absolute unrestrained passion…not the “in the back seat of the plymouth valiant” type but the full on “looking into each other s eyes while you re inside her and a tear falls out of your eye” type when all that comes together, when all that comes together……into The Dance…i mean THE Dance ……….…and that evening you re having a colada and a cuban and your daughter walks in and smiles at you and it brings a different tear to your eye…when all that flows together and you realize that none of the parts could change…not even one drop of oil… and get any better… …………………..how could you ever choose anything else? now you THINK you re ready for Ducati? well…you re not. when it s time for Ducati you KNOW. so get outta here or i ll piss on ya. this aint elevator music i m talkin about. i knew i shouldn t have had that forth cup of espresso this morning. like i ve got nothing else to do but write these “dull diatribes.” sorry for the rant but are we ever gonna see the last of the dot commie Ducati brats?
now do any of you know about the Colada851?
