Ducati Quotes

On my tombstone they will carve, "IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME.

Wow. I didn’t think it was possible for him to look any more intoxicating than he already did. But a leather clad Ren standing next to the gorgeous racing motorcycle holding his helmet made my brain go numb. I had kind of a this-is-your-brain-on-drugs moment, only mine was more like a this-is-your-brain-on-seeing-Ren-in-tight-leather moment. If they’d been smart, the Ducati Company should have used him in a commercial and given him the bike for free.

Do you love me?" James asked suddenly "Yes. I do." I didn't even have to think about it. It was so freeing "I love you, too," he replied. "I've never said that to anyone before." It was so hard to believe. "Really?" He grinned and gazed out the window. "Well, except my first motorcycle, Ramona. But she was a Ducati, so you can blame me. In fact, I think I might have loved her more than I love you." I punched James in the spot between his chest and shoulder.

You're going to have to hold on harder than that." Amusement lanced his tone, and I rolled my eyes. "And scoot up, or the moment this Ducati moves, you're going to fly right off the back of it." "Sounds like if that happens, it's your fault," I retorted, but flattened my hands against his sides. "And if I get any closer, I'm going to be riding your back like a book bag." "That's a sentence I never thought I'd hear." His voice crackled through the microphone. "You're welcome.

Whatever, hermano. The point is, I’ll duck in, grab her, duck out, and make for the Thai border before they even know she’s gone. It’s only fifty miles away. I…uh…liberated a Ducati Monster 1200 off the street in KL, and this bad boy”—he patted the seat of the Italian-made motorcycle affectionately—“will make the trip in no time.

sobremesa, pero el hombre se equivocó en su pronóstico. Cuando la Ducati de Hugo rugió

COSMOPOLITANS AT THE PARADISE Cosmopolitans at the Paradise. Heavenly Kelly's cosmopolitans make the sun rise. They make the sun rise in my blood. Under the stars in my brow. Tonight a perfect cosmopolitan sets sail for paradise. Johnny's cosmopolitans start the countdown on the launch pad. My Paradise is a diner. Nothing could be finer. There was a lovely man in this town named Harry Diner. Lighter than zero Gravity, a rinse of lift, the cosmopolitan cocktail They mix here at the Paradise is the best In the United States - pink as a flamingo and life-announcing As a leaping salmon. The space suit I will squeeze into arrives In a martini glass. Poured from a chilled silver shaker beaded with frost sweat. Finally I go Back to where the only place to go is far. Ahab on the launch pad - I'm the roar Wearing a wild blazer, black stripes and red, And a yarmulke with a propeller on my missile head. There she blows! Row harder, my hearties! - My United Nations of liftoff! I targeted the great white whale black hole. On impact I burst into stars. I am the caliph of paradise, Hip-deep in a waterbed of wives. I am the Ducati of desire, 144.1 horsepower at the rear wheel. Nights and days, black stripes and red, I orbit Sag Harbor and the big blue ball. I pursue Moby-Dick to the end of the book. I raise the pink flamingos to my lips and drink.

black Ducati

[...]. Molte cose sarebbero avvenute, ma tutto sarebbe stato una commedia, una rumorosa, romantica commedia con qualche macchia di sangue sulla veste buffonesca. Questo era il paese degli accomodamenti, non c'era la furia francese; anche in Francia d'altronde, se si eccettua il Giugno del Quarantotto, quando mai era successo qualcosa di serio? Aveva voglia di dire a Russo, ma la innata cortesia lo trattenne: "Ho capito benissimo: voi non volete distruggere noi, i vostri 'padri'; volete soltanto prendere il nostro posto. Con dolcezza, con buone maniere, mettendoci magari in tasca qualche migliaio di ducati. È così? Tuo nipote, caro Russo, crederà sinceramente di essere barone; e tu diventerai, che so io, il discendente di un boiardo di Moscovia, mercé il tuo nome, anziché il figlio di un cafone di pelo rosso, come proprio quel nome rivela. Tua figlia già prima avrà sposato uno di noi, magari anche questo stesso Tancredi, con i suoi occhi azzurri e le sue mani dinoccolate. Del resto è bella, e una volta che avrà imparato a lavarsi... 'Perché tutto resti com'è'. Come è, nel fondo: soltanto un lenta sostituzione di ceti. Le mie chiavi dorate di gentiluomo di camera, il cordone ciliegia di S. Gennaro dovranno restare nel cassetto, e poi finiranno in una vetrina del figlio di Paolo, ma i Salina rimarranno i Salina; e magari qualche compenso lo avranno: il Senato di Sardegna, il nastro pistacchio di S. Maurizio. Ciondoli questi, ciondoli quelli.