I had to explain to my girlfriend, again, as to why I refuse to have her riding a Vespa in Mobile. Too many rednecks driving F-2,000,050s, too many College Girls Gone Stupid flying around in Scions, text messaging and sipping Starbucks instead of yielding to the Lambretta that they’ve actually just run over.
However, when the time comes and we live in an actual city, where cars are one of the least convenient modes of transportation, and where Hummers are nowhere to be found, I’m all for it. In fact, I’ll be riding one of these.
I don’t care as much for motorcycles as I do for cars. I love motorcycles but cars have more to offer than performance. I obsess over every aspect of my car—the way it grips through corners, all the way down to the way my luggage fits in the boot. But there are very few cars that appeal to me more than the Ducati Monster.