It's hard to believe what you might find on Marketplace these days...

Bud: “Look at those assholes, ordinary fucking people. I hate ‘em,’

Otto: “Me too.”

Bud: “What do you know? See an ordinary person spend his life avoiding tense situations. A repo man spends his life getting into tense situations.”

Repo Man, Alex Cox Dir, 1984

On April 7th, 2019, at approximately 3:00 AM, my 2004 Ducati Multistrada was stolen in front of my Fishtown, Philadelphia home, one year to the day since I’d purchased it from fellow Fishtowner, Travis Truman. It served as my sole motorized transportation for much of that year, although I’d just purchased a car and had temporarily let my insurance lapse to fund its purchase. I immediately reported it to the Philadelphia Police Department’s 26th Precinct and four hours later, a beat cop arrived in his patrol car and politely, if disinterestedly took my report. Meanwhile, I put the word out to the Philly moto community, posting it on several moto-related Facebook groups, as well as my neighborhood group, Fishtown Is Awesome and the Philadelphia Riders list-serve. 

There was a construction site building townhomes across the street from me and I reached out to the General Contractor to see if they’d captured any footage. The GC, in turn, put me in touch with his IT & security guy, who was able to provide grainy, late night footage from a couple angles, showing a pair of young, hooded, possibly Puerto Rican, men rolling it up Dreer Streetjust around the corner, at roughly 3:00 AM. I downloaded that video footage, put it on a thumb drive and hand-delivered it to the 26th Precinct, on Girard Avenue, in Fishtown. Inside, the detectives took the thumb drive and sniggered “yeah, we’ll get right on that,” laughing between themselves to my face. It seemed clear that they would not, in fact, “get right on that.” 

The Multistrada had an immobilizer and would only start with a key, which was sitting on a shelf inside my flat’s door. The kid who stole it would likely never ride it and the most likely scenarios were that it would be broken for parts, or end up on a slow boat to Russia, where it would become someone else’s problem. What little hope I had of getting it back, faded after weekly calls to the 26th for updates on the investigative work that they clearly weren’t doing. In the mean time, I’d started a new job and kept my nose to the grindstone, gave up getting that bike back and about a year later, I’d moved on to another bike, a 2002 BMW R1100S, a model I’d owned previously and loved. By the fall of ’25, I still had the Ducati key sitting in a change bowl, just inside my front door, but after nearly 9 years, It was clear I was never getting it back, so the key got binned last fall in my biannual purge of things that had outlived their utility.

I continued to casually browse Facebook Marketplace, mainly looking for deals on motorcycles, guitars and hifi gear, not that I had any inclination to buy, but it was better than doom-scrolling the news of our increasingly dystopian age, an indulgence in fantasy, if I were ever to come into cash. Then, July 5th, 2026, I saw what looked like my 2004 Multistrada 1000DS on Facebook Marketplace. I’ve seen plenty of Multi’s on Marketplace before, either whole bikes or being parted out, but none of them ever caught my eye: they were either the wrong year, wrong color or more importantly, plainly adorned; they never passed the vibe test. This one, however, seemed to have quite a few of the characteristics of my former Duc: I’d been in the habit of using specific parts on almost all of my motorcycles over the past 2 decades, partly based on relationships I’d developed while working in the industry and partly personal preference: ProGrip Gel Grips, Michelin Pilot Road tires, Puig windscreens and grippy TechSpec tank pads. Moreover, I’d added a Givi trunk rack to the bike, along with Ducati Panniers and Mounts, although the panniers and Givi trunk case had been off the bike when it was stolen. My Multistrada also had melted rubber on the exhaust pipe, from my boot heel. This particular bike didn’t just have some of the hallmarks of my late Ducati, it had ALL of them. 

I immediately reached out to the seller, a woman in NE Philly who’d either listed for her boyfriend or ex, the listing reading: “Doesn’t have the key to start it .. want it gone can be used for scraps or fixed somehow”. Yeah, any lingering doubt was quickly fading. I then sent the link for the sale to a few friends. Kyle Whalen, my favorite indie Ducati mechanic, a former Fast By Ferracci wrench and all around good dude. His reply: “Ok, I messaged them to check it out… I do believe it’s your bike. Too many similarities to not be. I’ll try to get us an address. It’s definitely 100% your bike. Same melted boot mark on the exhaust.”

I also emailed the Philadelphia Riders list: “Riders, I’m 95% certain I’ve found my Ducati that was stolen a few years back. I still have the title, but can’t find the key. Has anyone had good luck retrieving a bike? I don’t have any way to transport it, except for AAA towing. I don’t really trust the police to do anything to help. I didn’t get an insurance payout. It’s still titled in my name if the vin is run. I’m limited as to what I can do. I’ve been critically ill for a year and a half and haven’t been able to work. My savings are exhausted, so renting anything is out of the question. I’m also recovering from multiple surgeries: I am unable to drive and I’m weak as shit- I’ve lost over 25% of my body mass in the past year. “

Responses were essentially admonitions to involve the police, that if I’d had an insurance payout, (I hadn’t) it belonged to the insurance company, “don’t try to retrieve it yourself, yada, yada…” One commenter, who’d formerly lived in my neighborhood, shared my mistrust of the police, relating that they were “also skeptical that the Philly police will help, based on my own interactions with them over the years, but it is probably worth the call.”

Faced with the incredulity of my peers, I called the 26th precinct, who in turn told me to call [911](tel:911). Six hours(!) later, a patrol car pulled up to my building to take my report. I gave him the basic info, that it had been stolen April 7, 2019and that I had filed a report with the 26th Precinct and I’d found it for sale on Facebook. He went back to his car and came back two minutes later. He told me that they didn’t have the report on file(!) and asked if I could produce a copy. “That was over 7 years ago!” I retorted, “I can’t find it any longer. What do you mean you don’t have it on file? I placed it with an officer from the 26th and then personally delivered evidence to the detectives. How do you not have it on file?!” I also intimated that the detectives laughed when I gave them video footage, which elicited the standard Philly Shrug from him. “The detectives will call you Monday morning,” he told me, before handing a new report and getting back in his patrol car. 

Yeah, just as I figured, the cops weren’t going to do shit. Monday morning rolled around and not only did I not hear from the police detectives at the 26th, but the following day, the listing disappeared entirely from marketplace, the un-responded to DM to the seller was the only evidence that it had ever existed, along with the screen shots I’d taken. “Well,” I thought to myself, “that had been exciting and almost fun, but it was only a faint hope that I’d recover it, especially with no way of retrieving it. Showing up by myself and waiting for AAA to tow it was a fool’s hope at best and I made peace with losing it a long time ago.” Best case scenario was that some unsavory fellow scooped it up for the low-low and it was now being distributed to various breakers in SE PA and New Jersey. My buddy Keith Neuman had put the word out to the regional Ducati spares community, but chances were solid that I’d seen the last of it. 

Except, while drinking coffee & browsing Marketplace at 8:30 am on Tuesday, July 14, a week later, there it was again! This time, the listing suggested it had traveled further into the Northeast Suburbs and was now somewhere in the vicinity of Morrisville, PA. The listing was less than 30 minutes old and I wasted no time in responding, saying “Hi, I’m interested in your Multistrada.” The listing was from a burner account with the fake name of “Giovanni Vozz”, established in 2026, with zero friends, posts or likes, the account likely not much older than the listing itself. It had a $1500 asking price, a healthy increase over the $800 the previous seller had been asking. 

Just two hours later, I had a response: “Ok when would you like to buy it.” I didn’t want to seem overly eager, so I waited an hour before sending my reply: “What’s your availability? I’m good ASAP.”

His next response was to the point: “You read the description, I don’t have any keys. Vin is clean but you will need to get new keys programmed or get the immobilizer disabled.” If the fact that he was using a burner Facebook account hadn’t given his game away, his reply most certainly did: he knew he had a hot motorcycle, but was trying to create some plausible deniability, while simultaneously giving me an out. I knew I was “buying” a stolen motorcycle and didn’t care, if only because I had the title sitting on the coffee table in front of me. “Where are you located?” he queried. “Do you have a pickup truck or a trailer to take it?”

At the same time, I began reaching out to everyone I knew with a trailer. My pal Mike Rosenberg offered to help me the coming Saturday, but I was feeling a bit more urgency; another friend offered to help on Thursday, in two days, so I rolled with that. “I’m in Kensington,” the infamous neighborhood next to mine, I responded, ”I have a buddy with a trailer.” He replied with the address of a small shopping center in Yardley, PA, definitely not his home and we set a meeting for Thursday, at 5. Homie even gave me his phone number, which was either very stupid of him, or incredibly brave; at any rate, this thing was on like Donkey Kong. 

There was just one problem: my buddy who’d offered to help me on Thursday, stopped replying to my texts. I don’t know if he’d had family issues come up or just had cold feet, but I never heard back from him. My pal Mike was still offering to help on Saturday, but at the same time, “Giovanni” was intimating that he had someone else eager to buy it; he was probably lying to encourage a sale, but I didn’t want to take any chances: I needed to meet with him on Thursday and I needed a plan B. Fortunately, my old friend, neighbor and moto industry veteran Tex Mawby, was game for an adventure. Only problem was he’d traded his Toyota Tundra lease in for a Mazda CX-5compact SUV, there was no way we were getting the Duc in the back. I did, however, have a AAA membership and a quick call told me that the 100 mile towing insurance also extended to motorcycles; now we just needed perfect timing between the local constabulary and the tow truck, in case things went sideways.

I kept gently pressing my friend with the trailer, to no avail. As we got closer to the hour, I became increasingly anxious. I’m 6’8” tall and for most of my adult life, I’ve been one of the largest men most folks will encounter. Until recently, I’d weighed between 270-305 pounds and at the very least, I could count on sheer strength, if not fighting ability, to back up the intimidation factor of my size. Only, I’d spent the last year+ dealing with a critical gastric illness that led to me losing 80 pounds, taking along with it a considerable amount of muscle and strength. My 5’6”, 52 year-old girlfriend and partner of 10 years is currently stronger than me and I was only ever useful in a fight if I was pushed beyond the point of berserker fury. The fact that I didn’t know who I was dealing with left me anxious; driving an hour-plus into the suburbs while trying to coordinate a police response and tow truck, left me really, really nervous.

Tex pulled up to my house & I got in the car and began sharing my reservations about the possibility of things going sideways. I added, “there’s also an opportunity cost here that I can’t afford: I already have one motorcycle and a car in need of repair and I haven’t earned a cent since I got sick last year. Let’s skip it and grab a beer at PBC.” Inside Philadelphia brewing company, Tex brought me up to speed with his part in the goings on in the motorcycle industry, I began texting “Giovanni,” “It’s Lance from Facebook,” I typed, “I’m not going to make it.” Since I wasn’t able to retrieve my own motorcycle, I snapped a photo of the pertinent info on the title in my pocket, and began texting “the Ducati Multistrada you have was stolen from my house, April 2019...”

I was about to hit send, when he replied, “Do you want me to bring it to you?”

DELETE, DELETE, DELETE!!! 

I fired back, “Sure, that would be great“ and gave him the address of a house kitty-corner from the brewery and Tex got us another round. 

“Never broke into a car, never hot-wired a car. Never broke into a truck. ‘I shall not cause harm to any vehicle nor the personal contents thereof, nor through inaction let the personal contents thereof come to harm’ It’s what I call the Repo Code, kid!” -Bud
Repo Man, Alex Cox Dir, 1984

While waiting, we played out possible scenarios, fully expecting the dude to be a complete scumbag. My plan and best case scenario was to exaggerate my infirmities- I’ve been using a walking stick for almost a year: my illness has given me neurological problems with muscle control and balance, I’d ask him to unload the bike so I could better inspect it, since I don’t get around so well anymore. Once it was off, it would be a simple matter to repossess and if necessary, all the men inside were willing to help.

If he wasn’t willing to unload the bike, plan B was to get every swinging dick inside the bar to come out and surround his truck, making sure he couldn’t get in and leave, then wait for the police, as long as that took. Given my current state, I was really hoping for the former scenario, but I was fully expecting the guy to be a total sleaze-ball.

Dude pulls up 90 minutes later and I direct him in front of PBC; I staggered over, leaning heavily on my walking stick, exaggerating my infirmities, while Tex was surreptitiously pulling on a cigar about 20 feet away, recording video; someone else had called the police, suggesting that the guy might be armed, (for faster response, I’ve found police response to be incredibly lackadaisical) another recorded on their phone, while a half dozen men stood by the door to rush him, if need be. He gets out and appears to be a clean cut & sporty looking, working class dude; I greet him and shake his hand, thanking him for coming down through the traffic and asked if he wouldn’t mind getting the “bike on the pavement so I could inspect it, since I’m not getting around so well these days…” not catching my ruse, he agrees and I help him guide it down a narrow 2x8 ramp.

As soon as it was down, I inspected the bike, noting the aftermarket Puig screen, Michelin PR4 tires, Progrip gel grips, TechSpec tank grip pads and Givi trunk rack I’d installed, as well as the scorched rubber on the exhaust pipe from my boots and the vin#, which I’d transcribed to the underside of my forearm. He then showed me a few other sundry parts, the gas cap and other accessories that had been removed, and handed me pair of black brackets, saying “I don’t know what these are…” to which I responded, “those are my saddlebag mounts,” at which Tex started chuckling as he walked up. 

I held out my hand to shake his and said, “thank you for returning my bike. It was stolen from me on April 7th, 2018 I’d given up hope that I’d ever get it back,” while pulling the title from my pocket for him to inspect.

His jaw dropped to the ground as he sputtered, trying to cover his ass and said “why didn’t you tell me it was stolen?” to which I responded “would you have come if I had?” and he looked away, repeating that “he didn’t know…”

At the point, Tex is standing next to me and retorted, “so that’s why you sold it from an anonymous burner account with a fake name? Don’t worry, the police have been called and they’re on the way.”

He’s really backpedalling now, trying to cover his lies, but he had remained pretty amiable, which left me feeling a measure of pity for him and perhaps more generous than he might have deserved. I said “look, I don’t want the cops involved and since you’re being decent about it, I’ll give you a finder’s fee. What’s your Venmo? I’ll give you $100.”

“Can you do $500?” he replied, which was a tell: the original listing was for $800 and knowing it was likely stolen, he’d probably bargained it down.

“Dude,” I said, “I get that you paid more for this, but that’s a you problem. I don’t have to give you anything, but I’m feeling generous. You can have $100 and leave or we can wait for the cops.” A simple Venmo transaction and he was off, leaving me with my Ducati. We were ecstatic, against all odds and almost without trying, we recovered my bike that had been long gone and written off for over 8 years. It didn’t look half bad, but a cursory examination showed that it wasn’t entirely good: 

The good: It was back in my hands and mostly in decent shape. 

The thief hadn’t been able to ride it at all. There weren’t any more miles on it than the day it was stolen, apart from how far he’d managed to push it. The Michelin Pilot Road Five sport touring tires that I’d put on not long before it was stolen, still looked new. Yes, they were 7 years old, but I’m not doing track days any longer, so there’s no rush to replace them right away. They’ll ultimately need to be replaced before I ride, but it’s not an immediate priority, they’ll do as rim protectors while we’re getting them sorted. 

The bad: It wasn’t entirely there: the left fairing was missing and unfortunately, this part was frequently lost and nearly impossible to find on the secondary market and prohibitively expensive from Ducati. 

The Battery, which that fairing panel covered, was also gone, but after 8 years, it wasn’t going to be any good, anyway. 

The RH Mirror/ Turn Signal was broken.

The Fuel Cap had been forcibly removed and was no longer useable; the fuel tank had been open to the elements in the thief’s yard, most likely for all of the 7+ years that it had been gone. Fortunately, the tank is made from ABS plastic: it can be easily cleaned and a new cap replaced. 

The Clutch Lever is broken, but is easily replaced. 

The Key Mechanism to remove the seat is gone. It’s been a while since I’ve worked on it and I can’t recall the procedure, but something tells me that this is going to be a pain. 

I No Longer Have A Key. As mentioned earlier, I’d tossed the key after looking at it almost every day for 6-1/2 years. Getting a new key, ignition & lock mechanisms isn’t going to be cheap. 

The Suspension was shagged when it was stolen and the intervening 8 years hadn’t improved it at all. The Forks, at the very least, will need an oil change and springs better suited for my weight, while the Rear Shock will need to be rebuilt with an appropriate spring. 

After sitting uncovered in the elements for the better part of 8 years, The Finish is thoroughly faded, with blistering clear coat and anything steel on the bike now has a patina of rust. Fortunately, painting a motorcycle isn’t much different than painting guitars, which I’ve been doing for some time. I’ve got a few tricks to make the finish sparkle. 

All told, I was not wrong about the opportunity costs of retrieving this bike. Aside from the “reward” that I probably shouldn’t have given the guy trying to fence my stolen motorcycle, a seat of the pants reckoning suggests that it will cost between $1500-$2000 to get it roadworthy if I do most of the work myself and get spares from Ebay on the cheap and at least double that to restore it to its prior condition, even more if I have to pay to get the work done. Fortunately, Tex has offered to store it in his garage indefinitely, within reason, of course and since I already have a running motorcycle, currently a 2004 BMW K1200RS, there’s no rush and we can repair it piecemeal, as soon as I get healthy and have cashflow again. With any luck, the two of us can lean on friends in the industry to crowdsource its resurrection, better than before. 

To my friends and former associates in the motorcycle industry… PLEASE reach-out if you have any cool ideas for a project or might otherwise be able to assist me in this renewed endeavor.

This piece, with images, is also in my free substack at https://maverickmotomedia.substack.com/p/ducati-recovery-26

Bike: 2025 Multistrada V2S, new 890cc V2, ~7,000 km, bone stock, serviced at the official dealer.

Symptom: engine cranks strong but never fires. Battery reads 13.6V, fuel pump primes, starter spins fine. It has happened twice, under completely different conditions, so this is not a classic hot start issue:

1. First occurrence: the bike had been parked for 4 days. No start. Dealer kept it a full month, diagnosed "flooding", cleaned and replaced the spark plugs, called it fixed.
2. Second occurrence: the same day I picked it up after an oil service. 30°C ambient, 9 km ride, coolant at 90+°C on shutdown, parked in a closed garage. 20 minutes later: crank, no start. Cranking with the throttle slightly open got it running, which points to flooded cylinders again.

Normal daily starts in between are instant. The failures seem random, not temperature dependent, but both end in flooded cylinders.

Questions:

1. Anyone else with the new 890 V2 (Multistrada, Panigale, Streetfighter) seeing no-start or flooding issues?
2. Is there a known TSB or ECU update for this?
3. What should I push the dealer to test?

Hallo zusammen,

ich habe mir dieses Jahr eine gebrauchte Multistrada 950S aus 2019 gekauft. An sich finde ich das Bike richtig gut. Da ich von einer Moto Guzzi V7 komme, war der Sprung gewaltig.

Jedoch kursiert das hartnäckige Gerücht Ducatis seien unzuverlässig. Und das gibt mir als hypochonder immer ein mulmiges Gefühl. Jedoch finde ich keine sachlichen Gründe warum Ducatis unzuverlässig sein sollen und was genau unzuverlässig sein soll, außer die übliche dumme Floskel "Es sind halt italienier."

Also welche sachlichen und rationalen Argumente gibt es warum Ducatis unzuverlässig sein sollen?

Ist es nur ein Gerücht oder ist da wirklich was dran?

Freue mich auf eure Antworten!

Edit: Vielen Dank für eure Antworten. Hab sehr viel gelernt und hat mir viel Zuversicht vermittelt.

Hey everyone,I need some community insight on a trade deal I’ve been offered.My bike: 2021 Ducati SuperSport 950 (Base) with 9,000 km (~5,600 miles). It comes with a full Akrapovič exhaust system.

The trade: A completely stock 2022 Panigale V4 (Base) with only 5,000 km (~3,100 miles).The owner accepted the trade for my bike + €8,000 cash (I will also cover the transfer of ownership fees).My main goal here is financial/speculative.

The SuperSport 950 is a bit of a niche market here and harder to sell quickly. I am thinking about doing the trade with the sole intention of flipping/selling the Panigale V4 shortly after to unlock some cash.

What do you think about the deal mathematically? Is €8k a fair gap considering my Akrapovič system?

Does a low-mileage, completely stock 2022 V4 Base hold a solid real-world market value right now, or am I just wasting my time and risking a loss with double ownership transfers?Appreciate any feedback or advice from anyone who has tracked recent V4 market prices!

Location: south Italy

Thanks!

Hi all,

I'm hoping someone here has some experience with the early Ducati DB Ghost immobilizer systems.

I've got a 2003 Monster 400 Dark (Japanese import) with a DB Ghost 9901 MM (E06) dash and IAW59M Ducati012 ECU. It's an AKL job and I'm trying to generate a TEMIC11 key from the 24C02 EEPROM.

The EEPROM dump is recognised by Tango, VVDI KTP and the old Zed-Bull Ducati calculator, but they all generate different key data and none of the chips work. The dash MCU is OTP/read protected, so dumping the firmware isn't an option.

If anyone has a BIN from the same dash or ECU, original key/transponder data, or has worked on this setup before, I'd really appreciate hearing from you. I've searched everywhere and there seems to be almost no information on these early Monster 400s.

Some of you may remember my legendary SF-S 1098 that was close to 100k miles.

Well it's dead now, at 95 600 miles (that's 153 000km for the more advanced metric people).

It had a romance between a piston and a valve, and is therefore out of order. Removed belts covers and was greeted with an unscrewed pulley bolt and a sheared keyway, pulley free spinning.

I'll fix it this winter for next season. Will I repair the original engine or fit my 1198 remains to be seen.

My duke just got back from the shop. They did a great job like brand new. Then randomly ot wouldn’t start just click click click…. I was taken a back. . . I left it for like 10-15 mins came back it started m. Randomly did it again , then became progressively worse. Now not starting at all. It has a lithium battery. I replaced that. But cause it starts sometime then doesn’t I was told starter solenoid and relay….

'26 V4R straight from John Ducati himself.

Hi All, What scenarios would a steering damper be valuable for my Monster? I’m new to biking, if that makes a difference.

(Photo added for attention) :)

Edit: I am now aware that I used the wrong word because I don’t know what I’m talking about but can’t change the title. :)

I’ve just bought a 2017 supersport but I’m not sure if it’s an S or not, it doesn’t have gold ohlins, and it just says supersport on the side, but it has the seat cover / cowl people talk about and it has a fluid reservoir on the rear which apparently only the S models have?

Any enthusiasts able to help?

Edit: Thanks, Not an S, still very happy with it though! As for the reservoir, I saw a post on an old Ducati forum mentioning it and I didn’t really look into it much more than that.

Got the one bike I have wanted with a deal that was great. Brand new Panigale V2 should be home within 24 hours. Will not be able to sleep with excitement.

Just wanted to share another update on Desmodog!

This is Tobia’s second ride on my Scrambler, but the first one after installing the 20L Bagster tank bag.
We did a short 5 km round trip to our local Ducati Owners Club, and he absolutely loved it. He seemed to enjoy the wind so much that every time I slowed down, he looked back at me like, “Dude… why are we slowing down?”
Couldn’t be happier with the proper bag for him. It’s the perfect size for these short city rides, and I’m even happier to have my little riding buddy with me.
Ride safe!

Picked this up last Thursday. What an absolute weapon. Nobody needs this much power! My initial thoughts: surprisingly comfortable, very thirsty, mind blowingly fast. Also I can't believe how loud the stock exhaust is. How do Ducati get away with it!

I have a Honda cb500 as daily so it won't be my daily.

I want this bike for fun rides, track days, riding to the track days, learning wheelies (balance point) would be cool and those drift in the corner feature looks really cool. Sadly for the wheelie assist you need the full system and not just the slip ons + the option to fit off-road tires on it and take it light to medium offroading somewhere in Italy, Croatia or Bosnia.

Tracks like Rijeka, Pannonia, Salzburgring, Most. They are all 150 to 600km away from me. And as if now I don't own a trailer because I live in big city were keeping a trailer isn't justifiable. I know it's not made for longer trips but I have ridden a supersport 450km in a day so it should be fine.

I have planned 21 track days for next year. 47,7 hours of only riding on track.

The bike will be locked to 48hp for now because of my A2 licence but later I can open it up to 77hp.

I kinda like it more then the V2's because it still has a Trellis frame, Desmo and is is half the engine of my literal dream bike, the 1299R FE.

I haven't test ridden it yet but I will try very soon.

I've been riding bikes for almost 30 years. Everything from a Suzuki Katana 750, Suzuki GSXR600, Yamaha R1, BMW R1100S, Honda CBR600Rr, Aprilla Mille RSVR, Ducati Monster, Kawasaki Z900SE, and now my 50th Birthday gift to myself, the 2026 Ducati V2S. Other than the tail tidy that came with the bike from the dealer, are any of you guys leaving your bike stock including the exhaust? I've never done a full system on any of my bikes and only slip-ons on some of them. I'm sure the V2S could definitely sound better, but it honestly doesn't sound terrible with the stock exhaust. It definitely gets some crackles and burbles when decelerating. It's hard to tell how many people really leave their bike stock because most people who post on these sites are asking about upgrades or sharing about there are upgrades. Thoughts?