Tommy won't appreciate what he has or ride it like it should be ridden. I came to the FJR from the ST2 in my avatar and loved the bike. Ducati came to realize that they were constrained in how many bikes they could produce and price-constrained by the competition. For a while they looked at buying the Guzzi line for the shaft and less aggressive side of the market but the Italians are just horrible at business plans and finance, so that fell through. The ST series wasn't giving them enough margin and the die-hards are moving on to their other lines - mostly Monsters and 'Stradas. Despite the ugly face, Stradas are based on the ST frame and a blast to ride. I'd love to see the ST series return, but doubt it will be anytime soon.
Well, to be perfectly frank (and as you know my name is Fred) I have never met Mr. Cruise. If I should, it may be that he is in reality a perfectly fine upstanding kinda guy, though I doubt it seriously based on the influence of excessive money. Simply because he is short of stature, and can't reach the ground, does not mean his is intrinsically unworthy of riding such a piece of unobtanium... Au contraire, many of the finest riders of the past were diminutive jockey sized guys.
But as to Ducatis in general:
Yes, I had one.
It was a yellow 2000 Monster,
the last of the carby's.
The bike was... interesting. Very interesting.
I loved that engine.
I loved the sound that the engine made.
It was not particularly powerful. No, far from that.
But it was special.
And the bike handled so sweetly.
The brakes, now they were powerful.
And that sound...
Did I mention that I loved that engine?
I bought some Ducati Performance "Termi" high mount exhaust cans from a fellow in Great Britain and further improved on the magnificent sound of the engine. In my mind it was akin to an Italian opera singer. Some listeners can never fully appreciate the beauty of the tenor. They just look out for the screeching high notes of the soprano (at 16k rpm and double the horsepower).
I spent some beautiful time with that bike. Riding it. Primping it. Lovingly changing its timing belts and massaging the desmodromic valves into the perfect adjustment.
A Ducati has soul.
I know, you've heard that about BMW boxers and American V-twins (among other bikes), but that, in comparison, is just BS. Boxers are tractor engines in comparison. And Hardleys don't have soul, they have mystique. Mystique is what you get when you wish you had soul but you are too busy being "popular" to get there.
If I were a smaller guy I'd ride nothing but Ducatis until I died. But (unfortunately?) I was born to modern American dimensions and so my big carcass does not fit properly on a bike designed for 145 lb Eye-tal-ians. It wasn't comfortable for me, and I'm pretty sure it was equally uncomfortable for my little Duke.
I miss it sometimes