It turns out that that was my neighbor's bike. He actually bought another one but kept this one. Now he's finally decided to sell. Here's how it looks presently:

Pluses:
Ducati!!
Red!!
$2,000!!!
Running when crashed!!
Minuses:
Ducati!!! Parts are $$$$
Salvage title. Minimal resale value.
He's put it up for sale at a time when I have nearly no money coming in for three months.
But there are more pluses:
Salvage title!! I could do whatever the fuck I want with it and not kill the value.
Did I say this already?? DOOOOCAAAAATTTTIIII!!!!
I became a lapsed Catholic at age 12 when I moved in with my father. Church for him was a Sunday morning gig he could do when hung over from his Saturday night gig. But a couple lines from the Lord's Prayer have been going through my head:
"Lead us not into Temptation"
Oh Lordy, this thing is Temptation. Speaking of which, the radio is playing the Supremes and Temptations together right now. "I Second That Emotion," to be precise.
"Deliver us from Evil."
I don't think I'd need God to deliver me from Evil if I had this bike. I can just about guarantee that Evil is riding something slower.
I've left him a message. FML. Muriel knows about this--she said, "Oh, you're good at fixing up stuff."