richardg
Admonishtrator
The west coast was exactly where my Ducati felt most at home in all the time I owned it. Most of the day with the throttle wound wide open, my thunderous cat-free Termignonis sounded like the devil coming over the mountains. The Pirelli Super Corsas often bubbling at the twilight of adhesion as I cranked her over on the fabulous winding new tarmac, sparks occasionally flying from her undercarriage. Great roads, part-funded by the European Investment Bank loans....lol.the west coast just wasn't designed for the internal combustion engine and it does it no good whatsoever.