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It takes my breath away, this motorcycle. I first see it from afar, and every step closer to it amplifies the beauty that is the Ducati 1198. The little angel on my shoulder is in his element, his harp playing the most heavenly notes. Apt, since we are in the presence of a heavenly body. To me it looks, in a word, flawless. If this isn't one of the most gorgeous motorcycles on the planet, I don't know what is! The first Ducati I ever rode was the 916, the same yellow one BSM featured eons ago. And the 1198 is a derivation of that iconic motorcycle. I've never gotten my hands on a 999, though. Ah, it's just as well. It's what Ducati would want, as if the 999 never happened. After Pierre Terblanche's neo-industrial design flop, Ducati went back to the drawing board placed in a room full of 916 posters. The result was the 1098, a motorcycle so sexy it made grown men weep with joy.
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