I estimated, with some petrol station receipt maths, that I'd have around 15-20 miles on reserve. The range from the 13.5 litre tank is between 100 miles around London or 110 miles at motorway cruising before the reserve countdown begins ticking up menacingly. Of course, if you do want to fall out with your neighbours, there are plenty of ways to turn the volume up to 11. Unlike its stable mates the Full Throttle version gets a stubby double-barrel shotgun exhaust with Termignoni mufflers and it produces a satisfying, gruff bark which gets you heard but not offensively so. The SV650 I'd been riding moments earlier felt spongey and vague as a direct comparison. When you ride the Scrambler you feel connected to the road, aided in a large part by the stiff suspension and firm Kabaya rear shock. The air-cooled motor is so responsive and packs such a punch, seemingly oblivious to what gear you're in at the time.
It's the sort of bike you'd like to go for a pint with - unlike, say, the Panigale, which would probably insist on drinking diet Coke. Make no mistake, it's a sophisticated motorcycle but it feels so earthy and lively. There's something satisfying and raw about the Scrambler. The wide bars and lightweight Scrambler (186kg kerb) are a joy to throw around - particularly coupled with the Pirelli dual sport tyres which grip confidently even when I applied the throttle aggressively out of the corner from the torquey 800cc V-twin. In these flatlands vision is endless so you can corner in confidence and, aside from the occasional agricultural spillage, it's an overlooked gem for a blast.ĭucati launches 2023 Scrambler range with Icon, Full Throttle and Nightshift Here the roads run straight - if a little bumpy - and arrive at sharp 90 ° bends. The sun is finally shining and the traffic is all elsewhere (the A14 apparently), I have the Fens to myself. The only hip thing here is the one Mrs Berridge had replaced last March. Welcome to Pondersbridge, home to three farm cottages, a knackered caravan and a dachshund called Colin. So I took the Scrambler to the least hipster place I could think of - the darkest corner of the East Anglian Fens. After all, bikes are for riding and not posing outside vegan smoothie cafes. But no! I quickly decided to go all anti-fashion and explore the real world possibilities of the Scrambler. I suppose I should have conducted my review with Mr Hipster around Shoreditch in east London, rolling around and around Hoxton Square in the hope some student from the Camberwell College of Arts wants to feature me on their blog.
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