"You go touring. On a Ducati? – so where's the tow truck?" – if I'd had a quid (Eng. coll: unit of currency) for every time I'd heard that from fellow bikers, I'd be at least a couple of dozen cappucinos to the good. So here' we are, three years and 31,000 miles down the line, and me and the Stealth Bomber are not only still hanging around together, but doing very well – I haven't even managed to drop it yet, despite one panic-fuelled deadlift of 210kg – a strained muscle was self-healing, fairings aren't. So, 31,000 miles in three years, on a Ducati. Without a support vehicle? (remembering that the average annual mileage of a Ducati in the UK is 2,500) Er, yes actually, so it's probably worth a review of the score so far – let's see just how temperamental these 'fragile' Italian beasts really are. First, the vital statistics:
Number of breakdowns: 0.
Number of no-starts: 0.
Number of not-quite starts: 1 (cold day and dodgy battery - replaced under warranty).
Number of stops on-the-road: 0 (although a worn-out wheel bearing discovered at the Nurburgring caused some nervous twitching).
Looking good so far, so here's what's been done to the bike from new:
Now for the lasting of the finish, on a bike used all year round, in all weathers and probably not washed as often as it could have been – a couple of months ago, I stripped all the bodywork off and gave it a good going over – here's what I found:
And of course, I've been through a few wear and tear items along the way, along with the general wear and tear of existence:
So, in my 31,000 miles, there's only be one thing that's come even remotely close to causing a hold-up on the road – a rusted, shagged-out wheel bearing. And this I discovered whilst having lunch at the Nurburgring, six hundred miles from home. The symptom? About 3mm of lateral play at the wheel rim and a perceptible click as I rode across the billiard-table smoothness of the 'Ring car park... Still, it got us home just fine, and was replaced for the princely sum of £15,
Big deal, eh? I'd say so, as that's the nearest I've come to an on-the-road mechanical failure in 30,000 miles on this particular Ducati, in a smidgeon under three years.
Right now though, there's another thing on the horizon - since an amphibious trip home the other week through the South London flash floods, which entailed running for considerable distances with the front cylinder head completely submerged, clouds of steam enveloping the world around, it's developed a clonk from the front suspension, which can be felt on low-speed bumps and manifests as severe chatter under braking. It's likely to be either the steering head bearings or the Showa fork bushes. Although I can't feel any lateral play in the steering head, it's my first port of call, as Ducati do have a reputation for not greasing them up properly from the factory, so I suspect t hat the immersion the other week has washed out whatever remaining grease was holding them together. I haven't heard of any other cases of fork bushes wearing out, so that'll be the second level of investigation, along with the seized LH front compression damping adjuster. (Update: Neither of the above, as it turned out – read on here).
One last thing: deeply fashionable though it may be to bitch about the "customer-contempt" attitude of corporations, I can say that I've had not the slightest quibble from Ducati over any warranty item – the only problem has been the year-long non-delivery of replacement pannier rails, not the agreeing to them in the first place. When I finally did remind them of the fact, they immediately offered to have the existing ones stripped and repainted. Good service. Good attitude. Good bike.