There’s a small, circular sticker on the gas tank of my 1972 Moto Guzzi V7 Sport, right in the center where I can always see it, that reads: “NOT ART.” I ordered it out of the Aerostich catalog many, many years ago. At the time, it was an adhesive-backed response to the seminal “Art of the Motorcycle” exhibit that ran at the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum in New York City during the summer of 1998. For better or worse, that exhibition elevated motorcycles from joyful transportation to the realm of “fine art,” with all the attendant baggage accompanying that classification. Nowadays, that small, circular sticker serves as a subtle reminder that, no matter how rare, valuable, or collectible I might think my V7 Sport is, it’s still just a motorcycle. Lino Tonti didn’t design that mechanical animal for static display; its gallery is the open road, where it’s meant to be ridden hard, fast, and as often as possible.