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Ducati Monster<br />
The Monster comes into<br />
its own on open roads<br />
Lack of bells and whistles mean<br />
the Monster is all about pure fun<br />
Right first time<br />
IT’S BEEN SAID before but a sure sign of a<br />
classic is when it still seems fresh, modern<br />
and pure many, many years after its launch.<br />
The Monster 900 in front of me is 22 years<br />
old, but ‘old school’ Ducati logo aside (which<br />
I must admit I’ve always preferred) it could<br />
easily be less than a quarter of that.<br />
We’re spoilt, admittedly. Not only is this<br />
a very early, first-year example of Ducati’s<br />
game-changer (the giveaways being the<br />
yellow suspension strut, non-chamfered<br />
exhaust cans – the one on the right here is<br />
from a later model – and choke knob<br />
mounted between the frame tubes on the<br />
left-hand side), it’s also original – right down<br />
to the handlebar grips. Despite 17,000-odd<br />
miles, it’s near-as-dammit immaculate.<br />
It’s enough to evoke rich memories of my<br />
inaugural ride aboard the first Monster into<br />
the UK in 1993. Back then Ducati was a very<br />
different concern. The Monster wasn’t<br />
launched, as it would be today, in a blaze<br />
of fancy press junkets and glossy media<br />
campaigns. Instead, my example was<br />
borrowed from then-British importer Moto<br />
Cinelli and their quaint premises on a<br />
backstreet in Northampton, and taken to<br />
nearby Bruntingthorpe Aerodrome so I could<br />
do some wheelie pictures. We even borrowed<br />
a matching red jacket from Cinelli’s Malcolm<br />
Wheeler. How times have changed.<br />
The bike, however, hasn’t changed one bit.<br />
The Monster is a classic lesson is minimalism.<br />
Adhering to designer Miguel Galluzzi’s thesis<br />
of having a ‘saddle, engine, two wheels’ and<br />
not a lot else, the Monster has what it needs<br />
– and nothing more. The air-cooled V-twin<br />
is about as simple as it gets, while Ducati’s<br />
signature trellis frame is all on show. Even the<br />
clocks – just a speedo and a grid of idiots –<br />
are the bare minimum. There’s no excess.<br />
But if all that sounds extreme, the ride is far<br />
less than you might expect. On board it’s<br />
upright, natural and comfortable, with a slight<br />
flavour of sporting aggression. The view<br />
forward to those minimal instruments and<br />
over that single headlamp, while grasping<br />
those simple tubular ’bars with the barest<br />
smattering of switchgear on either side, is<br />
as pure as can be.<br />
Despite the Monster name, the red Ducati<br />
is effortlessly light and slim (although the<br />
bulbous tank disguises it somewhat) and, yes,<br />
the 888-derived chassis means it’s stubby and<br />
short, too. But my ageing, oversize 6ft 3in<br />
bulk was comfy enough, even though I<br />
probably looked like a gorilla on a BMX.<br />
Nor are the Monster’s manners as crude<br />
and uncompromising as legend (or that<br />
name) suggests. The clutch is lighter and the<br />
throttle crisper than I remember, gears<br />
snicking home neatly. Sure, low down (and<br />
I’m not quite sure exactly how low down –<br />
there’s no tacho, remember?), the Bologna<br />
V-twin is as rough and clattery as a box of<br />
spanners. It’s a crescendo heightened by the<br />
chiming of the dry clutch, and out of the car<br />
park the drivetrain lurches and graunches as<br />
if straining at the leash. But they all do that.<br />
Once you’re out onto the open road,<br />
winding the wires of the twin Mikunis, sped<br />
up with a dab of clutch and fed gears as<br />
quickly as you like, you’re rewarded with a<br />
rhum-baaaaa that only a Ducati can deliver,<br />
and the Monster’s irresistible zest for fun and<br />
thrills. That’s when you remember why the<br />
Monster’s just so damn good.<br />
It doesn’t matter whether you’re squirting<br />
through the gridlock, blasting out of town,<br />
or tucking down and gearing up to thrash<br />
through the countryside, the Monster revels<br />
in it all. The sharp steering is light, bordering<br />
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