THE EVOLUTION OF THE MOTORCYCLE

	On the first day, God created the Heavens, the Earth, and the Old
Pacific Highway.  But he wasn't happy, his Kingswood would sway on the
corners, crawl up the hills and use heaps of juice.

	On the second day, God took a new track, and created the stepthrough.
He enjoyed the wind in his hair, it was fun, and used bugger-all petrol, but
still crawled up the hills.

	So on the third day, God created the Honda Four, and it flew up the
hills.  With four into ones, it sounded better.  It never broke down but the
corners remained a real problem.  Yet he had tasted power, and craved for
more.  He also started wearing a helmet.  Sensible fellow!

	Thus on the fourth day, he added two more cylinders to his Honda and
created stupidity.  His insurance premium doubled and it cost a fortune to
get the tappets done.  He also created fear and the cliche "Enough is
Enough".  As for the corners, well .....

	On the fifth day, God pulled a few cones, had a rap with Willy G.
and created Harley-Davidson.  He would cruise up and down the hills in top
gear and pick up heaps of pussy.  He would get off on the note but the hog
was too heavy, broke down alot and handled like a Kingswood.  It also never
went more than 7kms from home, cause you'd get it dirty if you did.

	Then on the sixth day, he made the Bonneville.  He still got pussy
outside the Wiseo Pub.  It sounded good.  His bike was light and for the
first time the corners were fun.  It handled reasonably well until you hotted
up the motor and got 50hp out of it, where upon it ceased to handle and then
blew up.

	God was stoked, but the vibration gave him a pain in the arse.  His
kidneys were history.  It was a touch gutless and he ran out of juice every
100 miles.  He wasn't happy but shit he was close.  There had to be a supreme
motorcycle.  He was determined to invent it.

	So on the seventh day, God produced a scoot with the speed of Hondas,
the torque of a Harley, and the handling of a Triumph.  He could afford the
petrol, tune it himself, pick up pussy, still blow off Nortons through the
corners, and win TT races at the Isle of Man.

	He called his bike DUCATI and he was happy.

Just summin a friend showed me from an old news letter from the Ducati
Owners Club.