The massive flush-fitting tank and seat on top are a complete contrast to the busy lower half of the bike, making the Diavel appear like you’re piloting a water scooter with a handlebar. But you’re not. Looking at it in real life makes your head spin with the sheer visual assault. Whacking great bronze-finished pipes, side-mounted radiators that lend muscle to its ‘shoulders’, a stubby hacked tail section with brutish-looking twin vertical tail-lights, a menacing front fascia, a 240 mm tyre with more rubber than on a dragstrip starting line I could go on and on!
As you spend time with the motorcycle, the more fantastic the little details become. The starter button is integrated with a sliding kill-switch, like a missile trigger, the master cylinders have ‘Ducati’ classily etched on them, there are Marchesini rims blacked out except for finely machined silvery detailing, a custom-looking rear number-plate bracket and keyless ignition. No one knows for sure what to classify this as, but the closest that I can think of is ‘Sports Power Cruiser’. Or you could just call it the Darth Vader motorcycle and be done with it. Whatever you call it, there’s only one word you can describe it with – ferocious. Actually, barbaric too. And wrathful…and…and…
THE DEVIL’S ADVOCATE
Time to poke Lucifer out of his slumber. Crank the starter for a second or two and the Diavel springs into life with an all-too-loud burst of exhaust gases and reverb. There’s bass aplenty, the kind of bass that makes the earth and bystanders tremble. No doubt, it’s the familiar classic rock from Bologna, but there’s a deeper, gruffer twist to it that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Thoughtful sound-deadening placed inside the crankcase helps make the sound purer, with less of the mechanical clickety-clack. Snicking it into first with a smooth, positive action, I get rolling and immediately hit traffic. As I roll up to the lights, fingers are pointed, jaws are dropped and everything else appears dwarfed. Sitting in traffic on this otherworldly piece of machinery, a Ferrari Enzo could’ve rolled up on that street and few would’ve taken notice. The lights turn green and I pull the trigger on this 162 bhp behemoth. It doesn’t accelerate as much as it goes into instant hyperdrive, shooting to 100 kph in 2.6 seconds, as the giant 13 kgm-rated Testastretta V-Twin transfers herculean levels of torque to the giant rear wheel that lights up instantly, spewing smoke, but it eventually hooks up.
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