There's a story I wrote about the Ducati Panigale V4 for Playboy that still lives on Ducati's own site. And, honestly, I still can't believe it was printed. Even for Playboy, it was unhinged. Fun as hell to write, fun as hell to do, but absolutely and totally unhinged. I recommend you not read it on a work device.
But the essence of the article was one born by the very motorcycle itself, and most importantly, one born due to that freakin' banger of an engine: the V4.
It is, hand on heart, one of the most special engines ever to be devised. It growls upon startup, and goes full-on feral yowl as you climb through its rev range. It's an engine that makes you spontaneously succumb to tourettes, your mouth and mind unable to provide anything but expletives and kinky things that would find you in HR's office faster than the Panigale's 0-60 race.
