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I have argued many times that owning an Alfa is a portal through which all petrolheads must pass if they genuinely want to know what it is that differentiates a car from a toaster or a washing machine.

Because Alfas have flaws, they feel human, as if they have a soul and a temper. Each one is like the tortured hero of a Russian novel, a car of extraordinary depths, a car you can never truly fathom, especially when it four in the morning and it is enveloped in a cloud of steam, yet again, on the North Circular.

They are like cocaine. The unimaginable highs are always matched by immense, brooding lows. Massive electrical storm that inevitably follow a glorious sultry evening.

DucatistaKeep Calm and Ride DUCATI

Why Ducati? Well the question is sort of rhetorical, i mean the answer is obvious. It’s like asking why a star is hot. Because it’s a star.

You can’t be a star unless you are hot. Ducati is like Ferrari, only better. It has the history, the racing DNA, the red color, the stunning looks, but with down to earth prices. Driving a Ducati is a hell more fascinating and thrilling than driving a Ferrari, only due to the fact that riding a bike is funnier and tougher than driving a car.

Also Ducati has all that old school engineering, trellis frame, two cylinders, dry clutch, desmo, occasionally air cooling, that turns every ride into a time travel.