SEX

The throbbing and vibrations I had between my legs; the pure orgasmic sensation of being as one; the total control of the most beautiful, sexiest thing on the planet was almost to much for my mere human manly senses. With one slight movement of my hand we would be off again into a world of ecstatic pleasure and power only few can dream off. One move of my hips would send us in too a direction so precise, so unbelievably accurate I had trouble hanging on. The smells, the exhilaration, the juices, the power could only mean one thing……..I was riding the new Ducati 1098S.

Yes, I have tasted nectar without a single bee being involved, the nectar only Ducati can produce and I have gone into desire mode with a capital “D”. I go to bed early, yet lie there all night thinking of strategies of how I can get one without involving a Pole and 2 cows. I’m listening to Deep Purple, Led Zeppelin, Creed and other romantic bike songs. I see and hear it whenever I’m out. Yes, I’m in love!

How did this chance encounter happen? I here you say. After all, there’s not a dealer in the world that has a normal 1098 to test ride, let alone the “S” version. Well the day started as most of my days have been for the last year: taking Andrea to some specialist about her slipped disk, only this time it was too the miracle surgeon, Dr. Gerald Mose who it seems has fixed the problem. We had a post op appointment in his practice last Thursday for him to check out how things were healing. I pulled up outside the surgery and was debating whether I should stay in the car or not. It was then that I spied the 1098 pulling up behind us, so the decision was made. The rest is a bit of a blur really: I got out and wandered over in a; I’ve seen hundreds of them and I’m not jealous really saunter so as not to seem too keen, when it only turns out to be Andreas Surgeon. Now he was cool before, he turned instantly into a demigod when I saw the bike, but when after 2 minutes of drooling he handed me the keys and his helmet he suddenly turned into the creator of the universe and any nothingness before that.

It’s at this point that I would like to mention the fact that this “creator of the universe” was in fact the size OF the universe and the world fitted into his helmet and the planets into jacket. This didn’t worry me to much; I think I would have rode with his waste paper bin on my head if I thought I’d get away with it. So long as I didn’t turn my head to quickly, sort of gave the helmet time to catch-up with me, I reckoned I’d be alright. OK, so the sleeves of the jacket were rolled-up to my arm pits and it was trailing on the ground behind me, but what did I care; I was about too ride Ducati’s second coming. I figured anyway that the prat factor would be neutralised by the sleek, sexy looks of the Duke.

Feeling like a five year old kid who had his fathers wardrobe on and was about to drive off in his new Bentley, I inserted the key and turned the ignition on. The electronic dashboard went though it’s checks and then welcomed me to the Ducati 1098 S, as if I needed to be reminded, but it was nice of the bike to do so. I pressed the starter button and instantly knew who Pavarotti (God rest him) had donated his tonsils too, DUCATI and they had transplanted them into the 1098. The sound is BIBLICAL.

So off I go, destination, the B27 (a semi Autobahn) with about as much vision as a first world war tank driver. I have about 5 minutes of single lane traffic and a set of traffic lights before I hit the “burn rubber” patch (no speed limit on German Autobahns). The 1098S proves it worth as I slot in and out of the traffic with the lightest of wrist action until the lights suddenly turn red. It’s at this point that I discover how mind boggling sharp the brakes are; the lady in the car next to me had a detail insight of what the underside of a 1098 looks like as the rear wheel nearly overtook me.

After what seemed liked hours and as the world started to go all foggy on me, the lights eventually changed to green and I was off; off like a turd on a hot shovel. Whilst I couldn’t exactly ton it at this point due to the cars filtering on to the Autobahn, I could gauge the depth of power control the 1098S had and it was perfection. I’ve been riding Suzuki’s, Yamaha R1′ and 6’s this year and have been quite impressed, but have always been careful with the take off as the front end comes up pretty quick. No such problem with the Duke. Eventually the road clears ahead; I have the helmet under control by biting the chinstrap to stop it flying off my head and I’ve managed to close any airways that kept turning the jacket into a parachute. I open up the throttle and release HELL and all the madness that comes with it. It was like Scotty had turned warp drive on as the countryside around me disappeared into blurry streaks of colours and objects and all the while there was an Italian opera playing right under my bum.

Unfortunately, my blast had to come to an end as the exit loomed upon me and besides, my jaw was aching. I crossed over the autobahn and repeated the experience back from whence I came, the surgery. Eventually, the good doctor asked if he could have his bike back as he wished to ride home and informed me that sitting on a stationary bike for 10 minutes outside a surgery is not good for the circulation; what does he know, he’s only a doctor and my circulation felt just fine.

Now I know they say it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, but this is different. I love my 916 and 851 but the 1098S has found and filled an empty section of my heart that I never thought existed and that empty space now needs to be filled. I just don’t know how and when. WHY IS LIFE SO HARD AND MEAN!……….now where is that Lotto form I always throw in the bin

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~ by ducatirider on November 6, 2007.