A friend of mine, an educated, interesting guy who will probably never settle down (goes through girlfriends like a pirate goes through rum) cannot seem to buy a practical motorcycle. His last bike, a Ducati Monster 796, spent more time in the shop, waiting for parts than it did on the road. He just texted me to show me his new bike, a Brutale.
It is a pretty bike, certainly a fast one. But ...
He admits the seat may as well be made of fiberglass.
It gets less than 30 mpg, even on the highway.
No woman will ever want to ride on the back (maybe that is a plus for him).
It is horrifically expensive to insure.
Its reliability may not better the Ducati.
I used to invite him out for rides, but if I was going anywhere outside of town, he would pass, saying that the Ducati was not comfortable for longer rides. Now, he seems to have simply replaced the Duc with a faster, less comfortable version of itself. I make fun of bar-hoppers for their impracticality. It would seem that the Italians have exactly that in their modern cafe prima donnas.
It is a pretty bike, certainly a fast one. But ...
He admits the seat may as well be made of fiberglass.
It gets less than 30 mpg, even on the highway.
No woman will ever want to ride on the back (maybe that is a plus for him).
It is horrifically expensive to insure.
Its reliability may not better the Ducati.
I used to invite him out for rides, but if I was going anywhere outside of town, he would pass, saying that the Ducati was not comfortable for longer rides. Now, he seems to have simply replaced the Duc with a faster, less comfortable version of itself. I make fun of bar-hoppers for their impracticality. It would seem that the Italians have exactly that in their modern cafe prima donnas.
