The Ducati Sport 1000 S is a paradox, simultaneously embodying a romance between history’s view of the future and the present’s fascination with a not-too-distant past.
Just when you thought Buell was caught in its own niche, forever having to produce motorcycles built around a massaged Harley-Davidson Sportster engine, up pops the all-new, Rotax-powered 2008 1125R.
From the rear, BMW’s HP2 Enduro shows just how minimalist a Boxer can be and just how much a tall, svelte and big-jugged bike can make you want to leap on board and go for a ride.
So I’m talking to Rob Egan of Brooklin Cycle Marine in Whitby, Ontario, on the last Friday of February and he tells me that he’s just getting a load of Hondas ready to take down to Daytona for media testing. Turns out that this year Honda are just taking a selection of bikes down with them so that any Canadian journos that make it down there can have a go.
36-year old Rene Cormier is one of those people that doesn’t ponder and plan a dream, but actually goes ahead and does it. This dream now sees him riding around southern Africa, the second part of a six-year journey around the world.
Firstly, we need to get one thing straight – we are not condoning reckless riding, inappropriate speeding, dangerous riding, stunts or any other manifestation of potentially unsafe road behaviour – it’s not big and most certainly not clever.
My right hand instinctively tugs on the brake lever producing a pronounced plunge in the front-end of the Caponord. Speed is shed at a rapid rate. Too late, the cherries are lit and spinning and seconds later I’m pulled over on the shoulder of Hwy 12, with one of New York State’s finest pulling up behind me.
‘Arris had put together a team for last year’s inaugural P-D and had run the course on a KTM 640 Adventure. Even though this bike could be considered one of the best tools for the job, he came away from the event feeling like he’d been tossed into a rather large and dirty tumble dryer for sixteen hours. The idea of taking a near-500 lb vintage BMW on this ride was, in his books, a recipe for disaster.
The thing was kicking. Kicking as in riding perfectly. I’d bonded fully with BMW’s HP2 as we skipped over the rocks and sandy ruts that dominate the trails around Sudbury in near-north Ontario.
Before I begin this tale, I should make it quite clear that the good folks at the MotoGP organization did not invite CMG for an all-expenses-paid junket to this third round of the 2006 MotoGP series. Nor did Editor ‘arris win the lottery and, in a moment of drunken euphoria, decide that Mr. Seck needed to be finally rewarded for the most-excellent work he does at this fine publication.