It is late winter in the winter of 1995-96. The season has been a particularly harsh one. The snow fall has been nearly endless. The air remains cold.
Snow continues to blanket the ground.
The only respite from the painful ordeal of winter is found on the Ducati Mailing List . There, among the endless questions and answers dealing with cold technical facts, oft recounted tales of past season's rides are told. There, too, merciless Californians tweak their New England brethren with stories full of warm sunny days, twisting mountain roads, and roaring motorcycles. But not all are willing to just wait silently. E-mails starting flowing back and forth.