Italy, Amalfi Coast.

Located on the southern coast of the Sorrento Peninsula in southern Italy, the Amalfi Coast is considered one of the most beautiful places to drive and a mecca for motorcycling.

The Amalfi Coast is known as the most beautiful coast in the world, and the more than 40 kilometers of coastal road, winding between the picturesque sea and the cliffs, is like a jade belt connecting the luxury hotels embedded in the rock cliffs with the classical towns hidden in the greenery, which is a "road to paradise".

A group of five motorbikes traveling together is on the road to paradise.

On their right, there is a panoramic view of the coast and the sea, and on their left is the picturesque towns, built on the hills, one town after another.

"Ah!!!h

Riding on this road, it really clears the haze in people's hearts, and the five people chase and fight, constantly overtaking one vehicle after another driving in front.

As a group of young and vigorous young people, it is not possible to let them ride a motorcycle slowly.

"Hey, look at that. A white man called out to his buddy next to him and pointed to a bend not far away, where a motorcycle was parked at the edge of the bend with a woman standing next to it.

The woman standing next to the locomotive was wearing a black jacket and tight black leather pants on her legs, black leather pants outlined the two slender, straight and slender long legs, which were impeccable in terms of length and leg shape.

If a woman can wear a short skirt, this leg will be more irresistible, and of course, even if she is wearing black leather pants at this time, she is still full of charm.

This beautiful leg attracted the attention of this group of young people.

From their vantage point, they could only see the woman's side face, even if it was just a side face, to make it clear to them that this was a beautiful woman, with her silver hair hanging down behind her, dancing in the sea breeze of the Amalfi Coast.

"Py!!!" The group of men on motorcycles whistled frantically at the women standing on the side of the road, and the smiles on their faces were wanton, without any restraint.

They didn't want to converge, they didn't want to converge, they just wanted the woman to hear it.

Hearing such an obvious and purposeful whistle, the woman finally turned her head and looked at them, her silver hair swayed in the air, and the woman's face was as light as water, and she couldn't see any emotion, but the face under the silver hair was delicate and beautiful.

It was the face of a yellow woman, but it could still amaze the white people.

Motorcycle after motorcycle drove past the woman, accompanied by the incessant sound of whistles.

Passing by the woman who stopped on the side of the road and watched the sea, the five young men continued to drive forward, their faces full of smiles, they didn't really want to flirt, they just wanted to add a little fun to the journey.

"That girl is so pretty, I almost wanted to park my car, Tom, what do you say? A white man said to his brother beside him, his eyes still reminiscing about the beautiful woman he had just passed by, and sketching the shape of that leg in his mind.

"Tom?" the white man didn't wait for his brother's answer, but turned his head and asked again.

"Oh, that Grant, did you notice the motorcycle next to that beautiful woman just now?" the young man named Tom was thinking about this question just now, why is that car so familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Car?" The white man named Grant was full of question marks, who had noticed the car just now, wasn't it all looking at his legs and face?

"The car seems to be red. "The buddy on the side is a little better than Grant, and he can remember what color it was, and he can't remember the rest.

Tom tilted his head and thought about it, and although he thought it was a small possibility, it always felt like he had seen the car in a heavy machine magazine.

"That one, it seems to be the uncrowned king of Ducati. ”

Tom thought back to the impression he had left at the glance that the motorcycle parked beside the woman seemed to be the uncrowned king.

"Ducati?" the young man next to him was in high spirits when he heard the name.

If it's really about blood, motorcycle racing. Then Ducati is one of the royal families, the real pure blood, the real heritage for a long time, the motorcycle aristocracy of Italy.

Since 1946, when motorcycles were made, Ducati has been racing on the track and has made motorcycle racing culture its vocabulary.

One of the most important reasons why aristocrats are aristocrats is-

It's expensive!

The uncrowned king in this man's mouth is the best of them, and he does not lose any brand in this aspect.

"Really?" a young white man didn't seem to believe that the uncrowned king of Ducati was a public upgrade heavy machine, this kind of car, even their group of men were not easy to control, let alone a girl.

You must know that it is not too much for these public upgrade heavy machines to use tons as units, a few tenths of a ton, and they are full of momentum when they say it.

A male upgrade is a beast, and it is not an easy task for a human to subdue a beast.

The men around were skeptical of Tom's words, a group of big men were riding 250cc motorcycles, and you said that the car parked next to the girl was a public supercar??

They instinctively don't believe it.

Tom couldn't help it, although he felt that he should be right, but it didn't make sense to continue saying this, anyway, everyone didn't believe it, and Tom thought it was better to let the pleasant atmosphere continue. Tom opened his mouth, just about to say that he should have read it wrong and skip the topic.

Before Tom could speak, a roar suddenly resounded over the Amalfi Coast, startling a flock of seabirds to soar into the sky.

The five young men on motorcycles all looked back at the direction from which the roar had come from.

Halfway through a cave they had just passed, a bright red motorcycle sped out of it, and the loud roar was caused by it.

Above the bright red sports car, it was controlled by a woman, wearing a black jacket and black leather pants, and if anyone had sharp eyes, a few strands of silver hair could be seen swaying in the wind under the helmet.

Looking at the black and red sports car, all five men had already confirmed that Tom was not mistaken.

This is the uncrowned king of Ducati.

With the wild drive of the unique V4 engine and the rebellious avant-garde look of the aristocratic atmosphere, this black and red sports car is simply handsome on the road by the coast.

Just now, none of them noticed this car that had no friends, and they patronized it to look at their legs??