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MV Agusta Brutale 910 : Show Me, Don’t Tell Me
It’s late in the afternoon on a Friday, a mere hour before dusk and I’m ripping through the Malibu Canyons listening to the one of the most evocative sounds I’ve ever heard while on a motorcycle when I’m reminded of the mantra, “show me, don’t tell me”. Oddly enough because this bike does both; it’s hot, it’s stunning and it also happens to fly.
And by fly, I mean it rips up the road in front of you with such a wild ferocity that you are fairly certain that even the speedo can’t keep up.
Whipping around each successive corner I feel like a kid again. I’m mesmerized by the same sensation that I remember having on dirtbikes as a child – only now I’m an adult who’s riding on the street and enjoying breathtaking scenery that I’ve witnessed a million times before fly past me in a whole new way.
Like most riders, I think I’ve got a pretty good handle on the sensation that comes from going fast. It’s one of the reasons why people ride in the first place because on some level we like to thrill ourselves. But then you get on a bike like the new MV Augusta Brutale 910 and you realize that whatever physical reaction you’ve felt from going fast is nothing compared to what you feel on this bike when you come out of a corner and get on it hard.
To be perfectly honest this all started out innocently enough, I was hanging out at ProItalia before I headed up to Willow Springs and had some time to kill. So I did what any self-respecting gearhead would do, I spent some time kicking tires. This as it turns out is a much more dangerous activity than heading to a track.
Fast forward a few days later and I’m walking into PI again when Bill tosses me a set of keys and says, ‘Take the Brutale out for the weekend. See what you think’. Less than an hour later I find myself heading off towards the canyons riding a bike I never would have thought I’d be interested in simply because a bunch of gearheads I trust have told me it’s worth checking out.
The new MV Agusta Brutale 910 is the bigger, badder follow up to MV’s rousing Brutale 750 success. A machine that’s engine has more displacement than the 750 but actually weighs less. It’s a bike that has a lot of impressive statistics and attributes; a 408-pund dry weight, 136 horsepower, Nissin brakes, a Sachs rear shock, and Marsocchi forks just to name a few.
By the time I fight my way through cross-town traffic on the 101 freeway during rush hour all of the usual Italian cycle characteristics appear to be present. The mirrors are basically unusable. They shake and rattle to the point you wonder why they even bother putting them on the bike. A fix it ticket would be easier to deal with than watching traffic with these things. After an hour of stop and go, the seat feels like you’re sitting on a three hundred degree cranked-up oven. As I start working my way across the lanes just after the 405-101 merge the temperature gauge never moves from it’s pegged low 200’s position. Of course no matter how hot I feel, it’s not nearly as hot as everyone else appears to think this bike is. In true Italian fashion everyone stares at it. Cell phone conversations cease in the cars next to me. Eyes shift and heads turn. Even though all sorts of other sportbikes and cruisers lane split past me, none get the reaction from the freeway audience that the Brutale gets. None get the magical parting of the sea effect while navigating through the traffic either. People simply seem to understand that this is a special bike.
If I was riding a Ducati Monster I doubt the public reaction would be quite the same. I would imagine it’s not a great stretch to believe that the Monster is MV Agusta’s main competition in the high-end, high-performance, semi-exotic naked streetfighter market. The Monster S4R stands at a comparable price point, but weights more (425 lbs vs. 408 lbs) and has less power (113 hp vs 136 hp). Between the two I’m not sure there is much of a choice. At least I don’t see it.
A few miles down the road my smile is growing expodentially and there’s no end in sight. There is such an amazing sensation when you come into a corner, sitting up high on this bike and have the ability to manhandle it in and out of the turn. It’s completely whippable and there is such an extreme sensation of control – not in that planted, without a doubt holding the line sportbike sense, but rather almost as if you’re riding a very, very fast version of your kids’ Big Wheel and you have the ability to directly force the bike in any direction at any moment in any corner.
The 4-cylinder 909.1cc engine redlines at 12,000 revs and has the most linear power delivery I’ve felt in ages. It just goes… And goes… And goes…And goes… To the point where I can’t believe there’s still more, yet there is. Eventually I’m up-shifting purely because I feel obligated. Not because the bike cares. It’ll deliver flat-out racetrack power anywhere. Unlike so many other bikes there’s no dead spot, no lag, and no wait. With no fairing to protect you, it’s an incredibly outrageous experience as you soar down the road with the wind pounding on your chest and your heart beating away madly as the smile on your face grows and grows.. By the end of the afternoon I’m convinced this is what riding a motorcycle should feel like – not a sportbike mind you, but a motorcycle. This thing is a complete kick. It’s visceral. It’s mind altering. It’s chaotic and yet utterly controllable. And it’s brash. The bike just simply stands out no matter where you are.
Heading back through ‘The Playground’ portion of Mullhulland, I couldn’t help but feel like this is the way an Italian engine should work. I’m sure that some would consider that a travesty to Italian motorcycling lore no doubt, but once you’ve experience the rush that this bike offers it’s hard not to believe that this is indeed the way these bikes were meant to be built. The linear nature of this particular engine simply overwhelms your instincts and alters your perception of what up until now seemed possible on a production Italian motorcycle. It works, it works well and it works fast. Very, very fast.
Of course naked motorcycles are not exclusively – or even usually – canyon dwellers. Historically – before the mainstream motorcycle design collective took note of their genius – streetfighter cycles were born in cities across the world simply as a means of cheap transportation. Then they got deemed ‘cool’ because they were. They had the ‘it’ factor and the design cycle perpetuated itself once more with the introduction of the modern ‘naked bike’. The Brutale is simply the most modern deviation of this design cycle. It’s brash and it’s ballsy in a much more modern and stunning way then most of its naked competitors.
Over the course of the rest of the weekend I rode all over Los Angeles. From the beach to the hills to the canyons and back, this bike just makes you want to ride it. Even if it’s just around the block. The smaller size and more compact nature makes it seemingly more maneuverable and the throaty engine lets everyone know where you are when you’re stuck in traffic. Unlike some bikes in stop and go, the Brutale’s clutch is very friendly. It’s not a chore to use it at all and the transmission is rock solid. After a shift you always know if you’re gotten into the next gear or not – unlike some other bikes I know
The only real issue I have with the Brutale is a function of its compact size; I find the placement of the pegs abnormally close to both the shifting lever and the rear brake lever. If I had this bike long term I’d seriously consider a set of rear sets in order to move the pegs back a bit. An extra couple of inches would make a world of difference for my riding style and physical size. But seeing as how that’s an easily changeable point it’s hard to even bring it up.
Ultimately the Brutale 910 is just one hell of a motorcycle. I dig it on so many levels it’s not even funny, but in all reality much of that moto-lust is due to the amazing F4 engine. It’s hard to resist this kind of power and this kind of power delivery. I say this fully aware of how much I love my Ducati 999… This engine in the Brutale is just unreal. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced and it leaves the 999 feeling very, very slow in the giddy up factor. The seat of the pants sensation leaves no doubt who’s got more juice. I thought I knew what riding a rocket ship felt like but in reality the Burtale’s concept of true speed is something completely and altogether different from what I knew. If ever there was an engine that I lusted after it’s the F4.
When you take all that power and wrap it up in such a marvelously modern take on the hardcore balls-to-the-wall muscle bike aesthetic it becomes a very hard package to resist. Even for a sportbike fanatic.
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