Dozens of restaurant patrons were spilling out onto the sidewalk of a biker bar near the West Village awhile back. My friend and I wandered down to see what was going on and a particularly ardent motorcycle enthusiast tried to convince me that this (vintage?) Vincent bike was special (I swear, he would not leave me alone until I took a picture – so I did). I know little to nothing about bikes and I admit the Vincent is pretty…but I don’t think motorcycles should be pretty.
Enter the Ducati. This is one sex-y bike. I’ve never been on a motorcycle and I don’t know that I ever will be. But manalive, I may just have to buy the I HEART MY BIKE bell for the person that would take me. And we could laugh about the Vincent. And that is all I would be able to say about motorcycles. No one said it would be a long or informed discussion, people. I have little to contribute other than the bell.
