Monday, September 7, 2009

Lost: Virginity

One minute you have it, next minute its gone - you are changed - you see the world differently now, you can never go back, you can never just wonder - you know.

And so it came to pass, that on a grassy knoll private road, near a smelly pond a regenerating wet-land, a mere cruiser-boy passed through what must be the rite-of-passage for every man - I rode a Ducati Superbike - a Ducati 998s - and yes... it was red.

So how did it feel?


The moment of truth...

I gently rolled my leg over her the seat - tenderly yet firmly with one hand to steady myself, leaning over, turning the key and purposefully pressing the go button. Life stirred between my legs, vibrating with energy, gurgling with pleasure, trembling in anticipation... take it easy

...the twist - and - WOW!!! - its never been like that before!

A gear change, another, a corner - should I slow down?? - I'm around the corner like we are on rails - I look down at the speedo - that my friend is a large number - and the sound is not a hoarse roar but effortless laughter, egging me on - I feel so in charge - so confident. Intoxicating.


Here I am on the Ducati 998s thanks to Dave, who felt he needed to share the love, and to whom I am eternally indebted.

I'm not saying I don't love my red Boulevard C90 - we had just spent the day gallivanting to the Coromandel and back, I just have a new appreciation of life and of experiences that may be just waiting around the corner, on a beautiful Spring day - if you get out there and look.

All donations for my dreamers garage gratefully accepted.

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