and at Harold's Country Clubber, my scoot turned the
tender numerics of 22,000...thats 22,000 miles ridden
at near granny speeds, babied like a new born swathed
in only the finest of italian cloth...
funny thing was that summarily after this shot, every
time I turned it off then back on, she gave a bit
of a backfire...hello Ted of Sport Cycle fame, have
time for a tune up and cam belt change will you??!!
still, 22,000 on a Ducati 916 that has been breathed
upon says that the Italians actually make a package
that can hold together thru thick and thin...more
thick than thin perhaps...