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...