Itâ€™s been 3 months since I took the F4 home. Here are my thoughts. Cars and bikes come and go but there is always one particular model that stirs the heart. Perhaps itâ€™s something we see in movies and talk about with mates afterwards. Something we read in magazines or something in the window we stare at whilst walking down the street. It may be something we have never owned yet argue with others about how it is better over their particular choice. The MV Agusta F4 is a stunning bike. Ride it out onto the road and people who know nothing about bikes, realize itâ€™s something special. Itâ€™s a bike that doesnâ€™t need an introduction. People look. People come over to ask about the bike and depending where you are, people take photoâ€™s. It all adds to the aura that surrounds the MV Agusta name. Aboard the bike with only a bright yellow tacho dial and some red paint visible from the visor, itâ€™s enough to feel like you are aboard a raw Italian exotic machine. Sitting at idle it has a classic sewing machine sound. As you wind the bike past 5,000rpm the tone changes to what can be best described as a â€˜yowlingâ€™ sound and then from 8,000rpm up to 13,000rpm it changes to a blood curdling shriek. With my exhaust now modified, itâ€™s a mix between the original Italian sound with a bit of Jap 750 thrown in. Now it has the sound to go with the looks! I solidly recommend to any MV owner to change their exhaust. My F4 EVO3 is the last of the 750 engine which had the most power of the 750 MVâ€™s at 135hp. With the exhaust modified, power is very smooth and the engine feels happy to rev. The harder the bike is ridden, the better it becomes. It feels natural to be belting along on the road or through a mountain. It feels natural to be doing things that mean an automatic loss of licence. The MV does it all so easily and feels so good doing it, the thought never enters your mind to take a step back. In the times where you do ride like Joe average, you feel as though you have been cursed! The riding position puts a LOT of weight on the wrists when you donâ€™t have the wind holding you up. The ride becomes as stiff as looking at the bikes makes you, it turns from flexible rubber to a solid piece of granite. It chews more fuel than my Firestorm. This is not a bike for puncing around on and riding to your local cafÃ© for a latte. This is a wild beast only happy when Mr Hyde is at the reins. Overall my fondness of the MV has grown even stronger over the past 3 months. Like all things we are passionate about, you love it for what it is, not what it isnâ€™t or what it doesnâ€™t do as well as others. For those of you who day-dream about MVâ€™s, I can honestly tell you it is every bit as good as you imagine.