Stop waiting. . .

It’s the waiting. That’s what really breaks the spirit. When the Yamaha R1 came out in 1998 I wanted one badly. I went to sleep, dreaming of it. I awoke, thinking of it. And the waiting began.

Over the next decade and quite a bit, I’ve been extremely fortunate. I’ve ridden a thousand machines of all natures and tastes. And I’ve waited for the right one to come along. KTM dragged me back into the market a couple of years ago and Ferocitas, my 390 Duke, I’m convinced, is a keeper. The thought of selling it off to add to the big bike fund never even occurred.

But even then I was waiting. For a big machine. With many cylinders full of fire and brimstone. With power to …