On this, the final day of the oughts, I'll be seeing off a decade I won't rewind with any particular fondness. Looking back too long is dangerous anyway. You might hit something. Besides, the only moment I can do anything about is this one. Here's hoping the decade we're uncorking at midnight is better than the one we'll toss in the recycling bin. But, for better or worse, I've learned a few lessons over the past 3,649 days, including a few from Ducati's Monster 1100 over the past 30.
Before that, I would've walked right past the simple beast in any Ducati showroom on my to ogle the new Streetfighter. Or better yet: a Streetfighter S. Who wouldn't? I mean, just look at the thing. The Testastretta 1099 is right out there in the open. The eight valves inside caress their respective camshafts faithfully via the miracle of Desmodromics. Magnesium covers. Elliptical Marelli throttle bodies. Exhaust plumbing as big around as an adolescent boa constrictor winding its way back from both cylinders, and styling somewhere between a 9mm Beretta 90two pistol and Eva Riccobono. It cuts a serious swath out there on the street, leaving any other naked twin for dead trailing a soundtrack that's easier to identify than the Italian national anthem. Stunning Brembo Monobloc calipers and 330mm rotors up front. What's not to like?