Teenage boys are ridiculously impressionable, especially those who hit puberty in the mid-1990s. 

I was one of those boys, one of the non-sports type who mainly cared about guitars, speed in cars and motorcycles, and, of course, basically every brunette and blonde I met. 

Music always topped my hormonal obsessions, but one motorcycle changed that when it arrived on the scene in 1994—the Ducati 916. 
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