It's a distance we've traveled numerous times this year, riding up the East Coast on Indians with my old man, from San Diego to Seattle on a Victory Octane and XC, around England on Royal Enfields, and now from Little Rock to Phoenix through some of the worst weather we've ever encountered. This time, however, we were riding a pair of Scouts we purchased (!) from our friend, Rob Gregory.
The decision to own Indians was made during our cross-country adventure last April. We wanted something we could travel aimlessly on, loaded only with what we need and nothing more. We wanted something American but reliable. Classic but contemporary. And so we settled on Scouts. One red, one black, with zero miles on the odometers.
On our way back to Arizona we hit 40 MPH sustained winds with gusts up to 60 MPH, temperatures that topped out at 42 degrees (which feels like 32 with a wind chill), rain and an army of tumbleweeds that busted a headlight and stopped us dead in our tracks. I suppose this is just the start...
An assortment of 35mm photographs taken with a Yashica T4 are attached.
