Ducati 996
Words: Quentin Wilson
Photos: Marcus
Model: Flo
My 
              first Ducati experience, while short, was one of the most crucial 
              moments in my life as a motorcycle enthusiast. A fellow student 
              at the Motorcycle Mechanics Institute and I were nearing the end 
              of a tour through Mid Arizona. We had stopped by the side of the 
              road, not too far from Mingus Mountain. I had been admiring this 
              gentleman's machine all day. It was a Ducati 900SS CR, with many 
              custom cosmetic and mechanical parts that made it a very pure form. 
              To this day I still find that model to be one of Ducati's most attractive. 
              He offered up the keys, and after a moment's hesitation, I threw 
              my gear on and tossed my leg over tailsection. It bellowed and shook, 
              which was something I was not accustomed to. It was skinny, and 
              had a wild riding position. When I pulled the clutch in, it went 
              from one strange rattling noise to another, making me hesitate to 
              put it in gear. I looked over at my partner, and was surprised to 
              find him looking the other way, taking a drag on his
              cigarette. So I blasted off with a bit of wheelspin from the roadside 
              dust and headed down the road. Those next few moments are ingrained 
              in my very being, and will be for the rest of my life. That was 
              about three years before this writing. 
              Recently I had the opportunity to ride a 2000 model 996. I strapped 
              my 90lb girlfriend to the useless passenger seat, and aimed my bike 
              towards the ocean. After taking the bumpy yet twisty 110 Freeway 
              from Pasadena to Hollywood, it becomes quite evident that the bike 
              is not at home on the streets of LA in its current form. It rattled 
              both of us to death, and caused my girl's bum to get numb after 
              fifteen minutes. Navigating from my friend's house in Hollywood 
              to the 101 exposed another problem with this bike in the city. It 
              gets hot way too quick. The heat toasts anything near the tailsection, 
              and the temp gauge spikes rather quickly. After getting back on 
              the highway, a cool trait of the bike floats to the surface; people 
              in cars see you. Everyone is looking at this bright red mechanical 
              firecracker lanesplitting down the 101 Freeway. We eventually get 
              to the Rock Store, a relatively well known biker-hangout in the 
              hills north of Malibu. I had never been to said hangout, and was 
              not surprised at the sheer amount of squids and skippies that were 
              posing in front. Squids and skippies are a curious phenomena associated 
              with poor riding abilities, a lack of protective gear, and severe 
              testosterone levels. They are usually found in groups aboard the 
              latest most powerful motorcycles, talking instead of riding. 
              
              My girlfriend was in pain by this time, and my wrists were killing 
              me. I have a bony ass, yet the seat did a surprisingly good job 
              of keeping it comfortable. My legs felt just right, the crouch is 
              perfect, it is just hard to keep ones weight off of ones wrists. 
              Taking the corners on this bike was easy with a (light) passenger, 
              and I was instantly familiar with its ways. That day ended up being 
              terrific, but my girlfriend will never get talked into getting on 
              that butt-number ever again. 
              
              That night I took it down to Colorado Boulevard in Pasadena to do 
              some serious posing with my woman. The headlight on this bike was 
              great, I had read that it bit the big one, but through my eyes the 
              high beam lit up the upcoming road like a set of rally lights. I 
              was also surprised at how well the clocks stood out in the dark. 
              Overall, the bike was at home cruising the spots, and did a great 
              job of attracting
              attention to my curvaceous ass, or at least my girlfriends. This 
              bike gets the Full Squid Award for attention getting. 
              
              A few days later I decide to slip on the one-piece leathers and 
              head up the Angeles Crest Highway solo, as it should be. This is 
              where the complaints stop and the fun begins. I head up the Crest 
              with the intent to stay cool calm and collected, making sure that 
              the bodywork never hits the road under my control, or lack thereof. 
              I succeeded in this task, taking my usual loop north via the Angeles 
              Forest to Upper Big Tujunga. I reckon planted is the best way to 
              describe the handling. There is nothing twitchy or nervous about 
              this bike. If you let your hands off of the bars in a 60-mph corner 
              it will keep tracking right where you had it before. The damping 
              is right on at a sedate pace whether on smooth sweepers or bumpy 
              switchbacks. The steering damper does not present any problem with 
              slow speed handling, and it looks trick right atop the triple clamp. 
              At first the bike feels like it turns like a Harley Road King, but 
              once a riding style is adapted, using ones legs and bodyweight in 
              addition to countersteer, the steering lightens up and down go the 
              lean angles. 
              
              I try not to brake too hard on these nasty mountain roads, so engine 
              braking has to suffice. The sound is fantastic, even with the stock 
              exhausts. All of the mechanical clatter is intensified due to the 
              separate cylinder heads full of eight rocker arms, four valves, 
              and two cams each. The belts driving the cams, and the straight 
              cut gears in the tranny add their whine to the dance of sound. This 
              is all much thicker and more intense when the bike has open pipes 
              and the intake restrictors are removed.
              
              Those modifications and a good EPROM (Erasable Programmable Read 
              Only Memory) chip really wake 996's right up. The stupidity and 
              insolence of the EPA and CARB force manufacturers to lean out the 
              mixtures of vehicles at idle or low rpms. Due to its sophisticated 
              fuel injection, the 996 is pretty good at making power and does 
              not require as much modification as some in order to get it to run 
              right. It is a deceiving power that can get a rider into trouble. 
              You always have to be aware of the speed you are traveling, because 
              the triple digits come up quickly, and without a lot of drama.
              
              Just because I choose not to use the brakes very much on the mountain 
              roads does not mean that I did not test their friction coefficient 
              numerous times during my escape with the 996. They are just fine 
              and need no comment other than that. Brakes are the last things 
              I would modify on the 996. 
              
              The transmission is conspicuous by its infallibility. I never even 
              thought about it while I was riding the bike. It always worked like 
              butter and never gave me a false neutral. It was neither notchy 
              nor numb to shift and the shifts were very positive. The clutch 
              requires some kid gloves during the break in period, but it will 
              always be grabby due to the fact that it does not run in engine 
              oil. Dry clutches have a tendency to be hard to modulate from a 
              dead stop, and the 996 is no exemption. 
              
              The final drive, i.e. the sprockets and chain that transmit engine 
              power from the engine to the rear wheel, has a very tall ratio that 
              effects every ratio in the transmission. So first gear goes to some 
              astronomical speed, and sixth gear is nearly useless. Gearing is 
              the first thing I would change on a 996.
              
              All of the instruments are easy to read, and all of the idiot lights 
              were easy to see. For 2000, the kickstand does not automatically 
              retract. The bike does not run with the kickstand down, so you can 
              not warm up the engine. The levers are easy to adjust, and their 
              range was well within the limits of my long fingers. 
              
              The oil is easy to check via a site window, and more so because 
              the sidestand does not automatically flip up while you are on the 
              other side of the bike keeping it level. The angled valve stem on 
              the front wheel allows easy access to tire pressures even with discuss 
              sized brake rotors interfering with the clearance. The rear wheel 
              pressure is easy to check due to the single sided swingarm, and 
              chain adjustment is minutes away due to it's eccentric design. The 
              wheel never gets cocked to one side, the rear wheel is easy to take 
              off, and it looks bitchin'. I am a firm believer that this is the 
              best formula for a streetbike rear swingarm.
              
              The ride height is adjustable via a rod near the shock, and the 
              rake/trail (steering head angle) is adjustable by an eccentric in 
              the steering head. Neither of these mods is reccommended because 
              it makes the handling quite twitchy. That, and adjusting the steering 
              head negates the possibility of using the steering lock. Doh! These 
              settings do not need to be played with unless the rider is overweight 
              or spends over 90% of their time at the track.
              
              After you purchase your 996, you would have to bring it in for its 
              600 mile service, and this will cost quite a bit. It takes 2.5 hours 
              to do, mainly because the timing belts must be adjusted, and that 
              involves taking off the tank and airbox. If they are as loose as 
              they come from the factory after the bike has been broken in, the 
              first time you take the revs up past 9,000rpm there is a good possibility 
              that one of the belts could skip teeth, causing disastrous engine 
              damage. If adjusted too tight, then as soon as the engine warms 
              up and the metal expands, the belts could tighten up to the point 
              of snapping, causing disastrous engine damage. 
              
              After this service, every 6000 miles the bike must come in to have 
              its valves checked and belts adjusted (or replaced). This is a time 
              consuming (read: Expensive) process, but it is so crucial to the 
              well being of the bike. The bottom ends of these engines are bulletproof. 
              Not too often does a crankcase need to be split, and when it is 
              done, it is most likely for a performance modification. 
              
              There are a few things that I see go wrong with these bikes consistently. 
              Be warned that this section is filled with technical info that might 
              not be proper for virgin eyes.
              
              I have seen the sprocket "cush drives" come loose and shear off 
              the chain adjuster, this seems to happen only to bikes that are 
              ridden in wet conditions constantly. An eye should be kept on this 
              if you are an all weather rider. The "cush drive" cushions the rear 
              wheel from the pulling action of the chain.
              
              I have seen many a regulator/rectifier go south on many a Ducati. 
              This component changes the AC into DC voltage, then regulates how 
              much of this voltage gets to the battery to keep it charged. They 
              will either cease working all together and leave you with a dead 
              battery, or fry in a fantastic fashion. This is not a problem any 
              more now that all the new bikes come with sturdy units. Otherwise, 
              the electrical systems are top notch, and Ducati uses wonderful 
              waterproof Japanese connectors. Never disconnect the battery while 
              the engine is running on any Ducati. Never stick anything metal 
              into the ECU either. 
              
              The clutch slave cylinder has been a bane of Ducatis for years now. 
              It seems they choose a crappy casting technique or shitty aluminium 
              to produce these, for the metal pits on the inside of the cylinder 
              and they leak. I personally think it is because the piston is made 
              of a different metal than the cylinder, and over time they eat away 
              at each other. Gratuitous Plug Pro Italia makes a billet aluminum 
              slave cylinder that eliminates this problem completely. And, it 
              is a bigger piston so the clutch effort is minimized. The clutch 
              fluid tends to get dark quickly on all Ducati's. Presumably this 
              is due to heat, not contamination, and it just happens. 
              
              The crankcase breather is the final common failure item. They seep 
              all over the back of the engine. They blow (literally and figuratively) 
              and that is all there is to it. Even the updated versions blow. 
              A billet breather is the only way to go, and it must be sealed correctly 
              to work.
              
              Ducatis are high maintenance vehicles. The detracting factors such 
              as high price, and maintenance are quickly overshadowed by sheer 
              performance and extreme beauty. Honda is finally making a concentrated 
              effort at beating Ducati with a v-twin, and this will most likely 
              find Ducati on its back crying like a little bitch by the end of 
              2000. Suzuki tried, but blew its load too quickly, and did not even 
              try and go back for seconds. Perhaps they will have learned and 
              the future could be interesting. Aprilia will also take a slice 
              of the market cake with its RSV Mille. This is a bike I have ridden 
              and I must say it could easily kick the 996 right in the crotch, 
              on the racetrack, on the street, on the highway, on the sales floor, 
              or all of the above. 
              
              Nothing will look better than the 996, it is the most timeless vehicle 
              design this planet has ever seen, and its curves are backed up by 
              some serious engineering that has proven itself on the track in 
              the form of #1 plates for most of the nineties. There will be bikes 
              that lap racetracks faster, or go farther on a tank of gas, or are 
              more comfortable, but nothing will perform as the 996 does. The 
              aural and visual sensations that are beset upon the owner of one 
              of these are unique. I can not wait to see what Ducati has to replace 
              it.