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Locational Aberration

March 8, 2014

2009 Ducati 1198

There are some places that I just don’t expect to find certain types of motorcycles.  I don’t expect to see a Kawasaki KLR650 parked in the line of bikes in front of a bar called “The Hog’s Den Saloon and Tattoo Parlor.”  I don’t expect to see a Harley Davidson Electra Glide Ultra Classic at my local track day.  I really didn’t expect to find one of my dream bikes, a Ducati 1198 Panigale, at a bike shop in Williston, North Dakota, (USA for those of you in Italy that found this page by mistake).

I was killing some time while working in the Williston area and decided to take a look inside a local motorcycle shop.  Up front I could see the expected machines: 4-wheelers, cruisers, dirt bikes, and snow mobiles.  Way in the back, and mentioned by the young saleskid almost as an afterthought, was probably the last motorcycle I would have expected to see in North Dakota – the aforementioned Ducati.

I turned to take a look as soon as I heard “Ducati.”  Inside my head I could already hear one or two of the voices penned up in there yelling “Here!  Take my money!  I have more it you need it!”  I asked the kid if it was a Panigale.  He shook his head and proudly told me it was an 11-something.  Yeah…

For the record it was a 2009 Ducati 1198 Panigale.  This bike had no visible blemishes, so either it has never been laid down or it was repaired nicely after being laid down.  It only had about 3000 miles.  The dealer wanted about $12,000.  I wanted it.

In the end I didn’t buy it.  I told my wife I wouldn’t buy any more bikes unless I traded one (or more) away in the process (nope, it wasn’t her idea at all).  I didn’t have any bikes with me, so this would have been a breach of of contract, so to speak.  For those of you that can’t imagine buying a motorcycle as an impulse, on the spot, you should know that my current Suzuki V-Strom 1000 was a straight across trade made just hours after I rode by it on my VTX 1800.  Sometimes the bikes just call to me.

Ultimately, the Ducati didn’t call to me.  It just whispered a couple of sweet nothings in my ear and hoped it could get by on looks alone.  I hope it tries harder next time.

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