This Ducati is right up there in Beauty with the Dino Montreal and the Iso. Of Course that is just my 2 Cents. :wink::smile:
There aren’t many things that make my heart flutter like an Italian motorcycle. The first bike I can remember seeing as an infant was in a photo of my dad astride his Ducati Monza, with clubman drop handlebars and a racing seat. That stance and style was forever ensconced in my being—that was what motorcycles were supposed to look like.
So that was it, Ducatis were the bikes for me, especially growing up in the era of the 916 and Carl Fogarty. Since then I’ve owned a few, crashed a few, and even had the joy of an old Monza being back in the family for a short time. But there is one machine in the Ducati stable that has always captured my imagination a little bit more than the others; the 900 Super Sport of the 1970s variety.