You guys mirin?
This bike is a Ducati and the name alone makes it intrinsically sweet and worth 5 stars by itself, but once I rode it, that's when the magic happened. After checking to ensure that my girth would fit on this tiny bike, I rode from my McMansion to the nearest Starbucks and was immediately approached by multiple women. The women were starstruck from the Ducati logo and the bright red paint and their panties started to flow like the Niagra Falls. The women that approached me wanted to know if I would be their boyfriend and/or give them money for something they called Whip-Its. I told them no, because they were not of legal age of fornication in the state of California, and frankly a man with a Ducati shouldn't settle for the first thing that comes to him.
I shortly left and mounted my steed and headed to the nearest bike meet. While there I got lost in the sea of hundreds of GXSR's NINJA's, CBR's and Yamaha's. Suddenly, I could hear aroused asthmatic breathing behind me. I turned around to see a vuluptious blonde in a skin tight short tiny black dress with diamond earrings standing there staring deep into my eyes. She told me she liked my Ducati. I told her I wanted her to have the honor of "riding" my "Ducati". She offered me a swig of her champagne and then we rode off on my Ducati into the sunset and into the rest of our lives.
Thank you Ducati.