A little background first...
My husband's life revolves around motorcycles. He manages a Honda/Ducati dealership. He's worked there for about 18 years. He started riding dirt bikes soon after he started walking. He started racing dirt bikes when he was 5. His parents met at a motocross race, where his father raced with his mom's brothers. Motorcycles are in his blood.
Thank God I like them too.
Friday night I was waiting for him to come home from work, since Fridays are our "date night". Instead of hearing his truck in the driveway, I heard the unmistakeable sound of a motorcycle. I rushed outside to see what toy he had decided to bring home with him. It was a brand new Ducati something-or-other (I'm not good with all the different types!). He just said, "Go change your clothes, grab your helmet, and let's go for a ride!"
It was a beautiful evening for a ride. We spent a couple hours enjoying both the new bike (it's fast!) and the scenery. The weather was perfect, not too hot and just a slight breeze.
Turns out he didn't buy this bike, as his shop is only allotted three of this particular model, and there is a long waiting list of people who want to buy one.
But that's okay, that's not the best part of the story...apparently Ducati allows authorized dealers to rent (not sure if "rent" is the right term, but that doesn't matter) bikes from their headquarters. Which wouldn't appeal to me very much, except they are located in Italy! Somewhere near Milan, I believe. And my husband thinks it would be a fun way to see Italy!
Slowly, the pieces may be falling into place to allow me to spend more time in Italy.