Go West: when the west turned red “Ducati” - Valentina Bertelli

No matters what: whether it's out of curiosity, boredom or simple restlessness… Travelling to me is essential. Doing it on my bike is vital. On my own, often, necessary.

I do like adventure, exploration and sometimes even gambling!

I got on two wheels very late, but since then I never got off! I’ve been wandering on my Ducati999 (the “Culonarossa” which means “the Redbigbutt” because of the exhaust on the back) for some years, not caring of all those people saying that I can’t make it, just because that bike wasn’t made for touring (or since it’s not a “girlbike”).

But one goes where the other one goes so we became a whole and challenging the limits of a superbike we started travelling, waiting for our "dream trip"!

In September I left again, toward the Iberian peninsula. It was meant to be a slow, lonely and cathartic journey, which I wanted to last as long as possible. Living in fits and starts watching the time fly.

Weeks passing by till I went face to face with a hurdle: an empty car, with no handbreak hit us and forced to a stop. It’s not a joke, too! It wasn’t luckily that bad, but for sure wasn’t it ironic? Such as that day I found myself up laughing with a Bulgarian prostitute who watched over my bike till I ended up my tour or when I almost burnt the Ducati, because a sweatshirt had slipped on the exhaust. Or… when I trespassed a military zone because I couldn’t make a U-turn before!

Well. You can’t say a trip is a trip unless you get into some troubles: those are like scars that will last in your mind forever (hoping for nothing serious tho)!


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