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Originally Posted by Eric Hahl
Really 911SauCy, that's all you had to add? Lol.
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Eric, I swear the following story is true.
Years ago, I wanted to buy a Ducati. I had not had a bike since being married. My wife was 100% against it. We were doing well financially, and it burned my ass having her standing in the way. Finally, I said F-it, and went and bought a Monster, with a nice loud carbon exhaust.
My wife comes home, and the bike is in the garage. I tell her, "I'm going to ride my bike" (I also bicycle). I go out, and start the beast up, and go thundering off down the street in blue jeans and tee shirt. I get home, and my wife is REALLY trying to pretend to be pissed, but on some level, I can tell that she thinks the thing is
bad ass. I leave it right in the driveway by the kitchen window to stare at.
That night, we go to a party down the street, and my wife, I think hoping to rally the female troops against me, announces that I bought a Ducati Monster. Yeah, well that backfired, because they're jaws all dropped, and (my hand on a bible), one of the soccer moms blurted out, "Are you kidding? That is HOT!".
Not sure what it is, but women who don't know a damn thing about motorcycles know the name 'Ducati', and it makes their heart skip a beat.