In Austin, with a belly full of the best damn burger I’ve ever had, my ears alerted me to the sound of a V4. A Ducati Streetfighter V4 S, to be precise.
Like the crafty cat I am, I waited for the rider to make his way into the restaurant, presumably to have the best burger he’d ever had. This guy was kitted out, looking slick, and I was fired up to check out his Streetfighter. But horror awaited me.
