Ducati Monkey? Cafe Monkey?

Recently I find myself not riding much.  I can give you a long list of excuse's such as my work schedule which causes me to leave home before the sun comes up and leave work long after the sun sets.  Or how about "ponding", never heard of ponding?  Neither had I, it's what a local highway department calls standing water on the road.  My commute seems to have more than it's fair share of ponding.  Ponding alone isn't really a good excuse, but when you add temperatures in the 20's and 30's it all adds up to a very wise decision to take the cage.  I have know doubt I could probably walk away from a get off caused by one of these "ponds", but don't think I could walk away from the caffeine deprived, talking on the cell phone, texting, eating breakfast and playing with the radio SUV driver that pancakes me with their 22's.

Instead of riding I find my self absorbed in the writings of those who live in more motorcycle friendly climates and searching the interwebs for motorcycle minutia.

For today's post I have found some very small motorcycle minutia indeed.  The venerable Monkey has achieved new heights.  I could probably park one of these baby's in my garage and my wife would never find it.  I can see my self zipping down to the local coffee shop for a cup of joe on the Cafe Monkey.  Can't you see it, a Hi-Vis pretzel on a screaming Monkey.  It just makes me smile thinking about it.

The above photos are but only a sample of the screaming Monkey's at Monkey Tuning, check it out, and the next thing you know you'll be searching craig's list for that hidden Monkey in your town, such as this one ready to run in my neck of the woods.

See you on the road.

GAW

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