Big biking is orgasmic-official

Up until a year ago big bikes in Thailand equaled madness as far as I was concerned. Then my man of some years standing introduced me to a Ducati 1098S, a bike capable of producing 160hp, he\'d on a whim. Some guy who had to leave Thailand and needed to sell his motorcycle.

Rather than being horrified I was instantly smitten with this great red hunk of beautiful machinery filling our garage and felt rather alienated as I watched him take off up the road and come back, some hours later, grinning from ear to ear.

Well, I decided it was about time to make it a Ménage à Trois and gingerly climbed on the back. We needed to wait so long as the bike was original equipped with monoposto (single seat) and we needed to buy the necessary parts to change it into biposto (dual seat).
We\'d only gone half a kilometer before I knew what all the fuss was about. Weeks after that I sneaked out and drove the bike first time by myself, I was a bit scared as I totally underestimated the power of the 160 Italian horses. But after a few weeks I was able to let the red machine do things I never believed I would do with a machine so powerful as this red beauty. The sheer sense of power, freedom, risk, superiority; the physical thrill of it all - yes, I was addicted. I love the admiring glances, the nodding of the biking fraternity, the posing, the machismo and overt sexuality of it all. And the sheer funs as I get of the bike and take of my helmet and people discover that the 165cm is in fact a Thai girl.

The end of the Ducati age had something to do with a Mitsubishi pickup pulling out of a parking lot. But that is a whole other story.
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