Ducati Monster 821 road test review

It’s the sound that hits you first. That raw unmistakable bark of the Testastretta 11° that make your eyes go wide. A sound that borders on the shameless and makes you go weak in the knees every time you blip the Monster 821’s throttle. But isn’t that what these Ducatis are meant to do? To arouse all sorts of emotions in you the way only the Italians can. The last Monster I rode was the 796. And to me, it lacked that blood red soul of Ducati. But this one? Oh man! This one is all soul. It bleeds Ducati from every curve, every nut and…