I'm thinking there's very few in the world lucky enough to experience blasting a vintage Ducati down a country road on a sunny autumn day.
And that is what I got to do this weekend.
Starting the old girl is a bit of a palaver, especially if she has not been run for a while.
So brake check, tyres, plugs, fuel and a quick polish took until mid afternoon.
Then comes the fun and games of actually getting the motor running - kick starting a 900 motor does take a wee bit of doing.
The memory that comes with blasting down a twisting tree-lined country road at around 4250 rpm is just absolute magic.
And that is what I got to do this weekend.
Starting the old girl is a bit of a palaver, especially if she has not been run for a while.
So brake check, tyres, plugs, fuel and a quick polish took until mid afternoon.
Then comes the fun and games of actually getting the motor running - kick starting a 900 motor does take a wee bit of doing.
The memory that comes with blasting down a twisting tree-lined country road at around 4250 rpm is just absolute magic.
What did you do in the weekend, Jim?
