Some people couldn’t care less about motorcycles. It never ceases to amaze me when I pull up to a diner or café on one of my Ducatis and people don’t even turn to look. Really? I imagine if it were some exotic supercar, people would be peering through the windows and stopping to take selfies with it. Motorcycles are either outside many people’s purview or they just don’t care. A Panigale might as well be a Virago, and an MV Agusta might as well be chopped liver.
So while motorcyclists get all verklempt over KTM 1290 Super Dukes, Kawasaki H2s, or Honda RC213V-Ss (though good luck seeing one of those in the wild), non-cyclists tend to be drawn to quirky stuff. It isn’t racing-derived technology, a badge on the tank commemorating 37 world championships, or a Miguel Galluzzi-penned design that makes the minivan driver think, “That’s cool; I want one.” No, it’s a third wheel or something cute that they fall in love with.