Hunter S. Thompson and his Ducati...
Speaking about Hunter S. Thompson -- below are some excerpts from a review/article he wrote for Cycle World (or Motorcyclist) -- and, by the way, this was something our beloved Tom Dressler xeroxed & sent me back in 1995:
-- peer
Some people will tell you that slow is good -- and it may be, on some days -- but I am here to tell you that fast is better. I've always believed this, in spite of the trouble it's caused me. Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube. That is why God made fast motorcycles, Bubba....
So when I got back from New York and found a fiery red rocket-style bike in my garage.
The brand-new Ducati 900 'Campione del Mundo Desmodue Supersport' double-barreled magnum Cafe Racer filled me with feelings of lust every time I looked at it. Others felt the same way. My garage quickly became a magnet for drooling superbike groupies. They quarreled and bitched at each other about who would be the first to help me evaluate my new toy.
The Ducati 900 is a finely engineered machine. My neighbors called it beautiful and admired its racing lines. The nasty little bugger looked like it was going 90 miles an hour when it was standing still in my garage. Taking it on the road, though, was a genuinely terrifying experience. I had no sense of speed until I was going 90.
On my first take-off, I hit second gear and went through the speed limit on a two-lane blacktop highway full of ranch traffic. By the time I went up to third, I was going 75 and the tach was barely above 4000 rpm.... And that's when it got its second wind. From 4000 to 6000 in third will take you from 75 mph to 95 in two seconds - and after that, Bubba, you still have fourth, fifth, and sixth gear. Ho, ho.
My bike is so much faster than yours that I dare you to ride it, you lame little turd. Do you have the balls to ride this BOTTOMLESS PIT OF TORQUE? That is the attitude of the new-age superbike freak, and I am one of them. On some days they are about the most fun you can have with your clothes on. The Vincent just killed you a lot faster than a superbike will. A fool couldn't ride the Vincent Black Shadow more than once, but a fool can ride a Ducati 900 many times, and it will always be a bloodcurdling kind of fun. That is the Curse of Speed which has plagued me all my life. I am a slave to it. On my tombstone they will carve, "IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME."
Hunter and his D-bike: http://www.latexnet.org/~csmith/hstssc.jpg
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Yeah Peer.
Thanks Buddy…. Has it been that long?
I bought my ‘95 SSCR new… still have it.
It’s in my will to go to one of my sons, also born in ‘95.
JE hicomps, some JetHot coating on valve faces and piston tops and header pipes, TBR slipons, DynaJet, Nichols bits, S4 forks, some carbon trimmings… still scares me… and makes me smile!
....tom
On Jan 17, 2022, at 11:25 AM, Peer Landa peer@ccrma.stanford.edu wrote:
Speaking about Hunter S. Thompson -- below are some excerpts from a review/article he wrote for Cycle World (or Motorcyclist) -- and, by the way, this was something our beloved Tom Dressler xeroxed & sent me back in 1995:
-- peer
Some people will tell you that slow is good -- and it may be, on some days -- but I am here to tell you that fast is better. I've always believed this, in spite of the trouble it's caused me. Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube. That is why God made fast motorcycles, Bubba....
So when I got back from New York and found a fiery red rocket-style bike in my garage.
The brand-new Ducati 900 'Campione del Mundo Desmodue Supersport' double-barreled magnum Cafe Racer filled me with feelings of lust every time I looked at it. Others felt the same way. My garage quickly became a magnet for drooling superbike groupies. They quarreled and bitched at each other about who would be the first to help me evaluate my new toy.
The Ducati 900 is a finely engineered machine. My neighbors called it beautiful and admired its racing lines. The nasty little bugger looked like it was going 90 miles an hour when it was standing still in my garage. Taking it on the road, though, was a genuinely terrifying experience. I had no sense of speed until I was going 90.
On my first take-off, I hit second gear and went through the speed limit on a two-lane blacktop highway full of ranch traffic. By the time I went up to third, I was going 75 and the tach was barely above 4000 rpm.... And that's when it got its second wind. From 4000 to 6000 in third will take you from 75 mph to 95 in two seconds - and after that, Bubba, you still have fourth, fifth, and sixth gear. Ho, ho.
My bike is so much faster than yours that I dare you to ride it, you lame little turd. Do you have the balls to ride this BOTTOMLESS PIT OF TORQUE? That is the attitude of the new-age superbike freak, and I am one of them. On some days they are about the most fun you can have with your clothes on. The Vincent just killed you a lot faster than a superbike will. A fool couldn't ride the Vincent Black Shadow more than once, but a fool can ride a Ducati 900 many times, and it will always be a bloodcurdling kind of fun. That is the Curse of Speed which has plagued me all my life. I am a slave to it. On my tombstone they will carve, "IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME."
Hunter and his D-bike: http://www.latexnet.org/~csmith/hstssc.jpg
.=
Ok, to be honest, sometimes my ‘92 DR650 scares me also.
😁
....tom
On Jan 17, 2022, at 11:25 AM, Peer Landa peer@ccrma.stanford.edu wrote:
Speaking about Hunter S. Thompson -- below are some excerpts from a review/article he wrote for Cycle World (or Motorcyclist) -- and, by the way, this was something our beloved Tom Dressler xeroxed & sent me back in 1995:
-- peer
Some people will tell you that slow is good -- and it may be, on some days -- but I am here to tell you that fast is better. I've always believed this, in spite of the trouble it's caused me. Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube. That is why God made fast motorcycles, Bubba....
So when I got back from New York and found a fiery red rocket-style bike in my garage.
The brand-new Ducati 900 'Campione del Mundo Desmodue Supersport' double-barreled magnum Cafe Racer filled me with feelings of lust every time I looked at it. Others felt the same way. My garage quickly became a magnet for drooling superbike groupies. They quarreled and bitched at each other about who would be the first to help me evaluate my new toy.
The Ducati 900 is a finely engineered machine. My neighbors called it beautiful and admired its racing lines. The nasty little bugger looked like it was going 90 miles an hour when it was standing still in my garage. Taking it on the road, though, was a genuinely terrifying experience. I had no sense of speed until I was going 90.
On my first take-off, I hit second gear and went through the speed limit on a two-lane blacktop highway full of ranch traffic. By the time I went up to third, I was going 75 and the tach was barely above 4000 rpm.... And that's when it got its second wind. From 4000 to 6000 in third will take you from 75 mph to 95 in two seconds - and after that, Bubba, you still have fourth, fifth, and sixth gear. Ho, ho.
My bike is so much faster than yours that I dare you to ride it, you lame little turd. Do you have the balls to ride this BOTTOMLESS PIT OF TORQUE? That is the attitude of the new-age superbike freak, and I am one of them. On some days they are about the most fun you can have with your clothes on. The Vincent just killed you a lot faster than a superbike will. A fool couldn't ride the Vincent Black Shadow more than once, but a fool can ride a Ducati 900 many times, and it will always be a bloodcurdling kind of fun. That is the Curse of Speed which has plagued me all my life. I am a slave to it. On my tombstone they will carve, "IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME."
Hunter and his D-bike: http://www.latexnet.org/~csmith/hstssc.jpg
.=
My 650 Cagiva Alazzurra always scared me: motor that could push (well
modified), pogostick suspension, brakes of wood, not much feeling from the
front end,... at least, if you're hanging off far enough, you won't have
far to fall.
On Mon, 17 Jan 2022 at 13:54, TomD tbrduc@gmail.com wrote:
Ok, to be honest, sometimes my ‘92 DR650 scares me also.
😁
....tom
On Jan 17, 2022, at 11:25 AM, Peer Landa peer@ccrma.stanford.edu
wrote:
Speaking about Hunter S. Thompson -- below are some excerpts from a
review/article he wrote for Cycle World (or Motorcyclist) -- and, by the
way, this was something our beloved Tom Dressler xeroxed & sent me back in
1995:
-- peer
Some people will tell you that slow is good -- and it may be, on some
days -- but I am here to tell you that fast is better. I've always believed
this, in spite of the trouble it's caused me. Being shot out of a cannon
will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube. That is why God
made fast motorcycles, Bubba....
So when I got back from New York and found a fiery red rocket-style bike
in my garage.
The brand-new Ducati 900 'Campione del Mundo Desmodue Supersport'
double-barreled magnum Cafe Racer filled me with feelings of lust every
time I looked at it. Others felt the same way. My garage quickly became a
magnet for drooling superbike groupies. They quarreled and bitched at each
other about who would be the first to help me evaluate my new toy.
The Ducati 900 is a finely engineered machine. My neighbors called it
beautiful and admired its racing lines. The nasty little bugger looked like
it was going 90 miles an hour when it was standing still in my garage.
Taking it on the road, though, was a genuinely terrifying experience. I had
no sense of speed until I was going 90.
On my first take-off, I hit second gear and went through the speed limit
on a two-lane blacktop highway full of ranch traffic. By the time I went up
to third, I was going 75 and the tach was barely above 4000 rpm.... And
that's when it got its second wind. From 4000 to 6000 in third will take
you from 75 mph to 95 in two seconds - and after that, Bubba, you still
have fourth, fifth, and sixth gear. Ho, ho.
My bike is so much faster than yours that I dare you to ride it, you
lame little turd. Do you have the balls to ride this BOTTOMLESS PIT OF
TORQUE? That is the attitude of the new-age superbike freak, and I am one
of them. On some days they are about the most fun you can have with your
clothes on. The Vincent just killed you a lot faster than a superbike will.
A fool couldn't ride the Vincent Black Shadow more than once, but a fool
can ride a Ducati 900 many times, and it will always be a bloodcurdling
kind of fun. That is the Curse of Speed which has plagued me all my life. I
am a slave to it. On my tombstone they will carve, "IT NEVER GOT FAST
ENOUGH FOR ME."
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