We're on the Cape York Peninsula in Queensland; see the ocean, the waves, the sand. It's a postcard setting, an endless white beach as far as the eye can see, both to the right and to the left. 

In Australia it's legal almost everywhere to ride a motorcycle on deserted beaches, so in an instant we're on the shoreline along the Coral Sea. Like living in a dream!

The gears go up one after another, and so does the speed. Multistrada bikes are always stable and precise, they float in the soft, dry stretches of sand, supported by the thrust of the engine.

On the wet sand we have eliminated all electronic controls, the robust and always available torque makes the Ducati bikes dance in epic sprints. We're in Australia, but we're reminded of that Pink Beach in Senegal, the stage of the mythical Paris-Dakar.

We're in total enduro ecstasy!

We're on the legendary Old Telegraph Road, one of the wildest tracks on the whole continent. The earth is damp, you can sense it even without touching it. The vegetation is lush, almost overflowing. There's water everywhere, the flora seems to want to grow relentlessly, and the animals that inhabit these forests are among the deadliest on the planet.

The Multistrada 1260 Enduro and Multistrada 950 S sweep through the curves, always taking them sideways on the dirt roads that criss-cross the jungle. We've freed the high-performance chassis from the electronic controls so we could have some fun. The tracks are wide, and we travel side by side at times to avoid dust.

It's Australia. Our journey continues, standing on the footpegs of the Ducati bikes that run fast and safe, sometimes standing for dozens of miles.

You can sense the curvature of the Earth on the horizon, and we're not in the middle of the ocean. The vastness of this land is simply extraordinary: dozens of miles become hundreds, and then thousands. The expanse is endless as we ride our Multistrada bikes at top speed.

Fourth, then fifth, and then sixth. Standing on the footpegs, the bikes are stable and determined to stay on the trail, with the rear wheel in a slight and delicate spin under the torque of the engine.

It was 1986 and the Camel Trophy was held right here. We're on Savannah Way, an epic off-road trail that crosses the north of the continent from east to west. We cross ten, a hundred, a thousand fords! The Australian outback looks arid, but it's full of waterways, and only the major ones are crossed by bridges.