Enduring Dirt [Or the Lack of it]

We ride the adventure motorcycle from Ducati, the Multistrada Enduro

- Jesse Miller

When I woke up this morning I didn’t think I would be getting chased down an airport runway on an unfamiliar motorcycle by a stranger in a plane. I digress.

If I was going to buy any motorcycle today it would be the Ducati Multistrada Enduro. It’s not that the Enduro is perfect, it doesn’t boast the kind of teutonic conquest in function over form that we have become accustomed to in the adventure market. It doesn’t have bars to bolt your GPS, rally course notes, or kindle to, and it’s not as easy as removing a sparkplug to evacuate water from the cylinder if you, or your movie star friend, happen to drown it in some remote Mongolian river! But I can’t help thinking that after you’ve bent a conrod thanks to hydraulic lock, the trouble of removing the tank to access the top of the new Desmodromic V-twin might not seem so significant, and really, what’s more adventurous/manly than reading a map and then assuming you can remember all the directions to the next fuel stop unprompted? No, the Enduro, does adventure with a distinctly Italian flare, like wearing your stilettos to do your grocery shopping. The Ducati Enduro is beautiful…