So there we were this morning, Saturday, walking back from Morrison's with the whippet and my wife wearing her Red Bull Ducati casual jacket, when we heard it first coming up the slip road off the Parkway to the Manadon Interchange. It was a vision in red with white number boards guaranteed to stop Ducatisti dead in their tracks and watch. It caught the traffic lights in it's favour as it roared around the roundabout and away up towards Crownhill so we couldn't have a good look but it was an 851 (maybe 888?). A moment to cherish. Come on own up, who was the lucky rider?
