|Riding Scout and trying to refrain from giggling!|
My Daddy really wanted a Scout. It was the only motorcycle he ever discussed with me before he died. It may have been his only regret. He never discussed anything else with me that he wished he could have done other than own an Indian Scout.
So tomorrow, I'm taking Scout to the cemetery to my father's graveside, just for a visit. I usually go visit him this time of year anyway, so I'm pleased to have this opportunity to take Scout along.
OK, so I named her Scout. It seems a little less personal than a real name. This is the "Factory Name" anyway.
Riding in San Diego is ideal for this motorcycle because of the way she handles the quick stops, the tight turns, the invasive traffic and the lightening fast freeways. Being such a quick bike, I can easily get away from the knucklehead cagers who are texting behind the wheel.
One of the perks of having Scout is the opportunity to go hang out at San Diego Indian Motorcycles and just chat with the staff. Since they are only a mile or so away, it's been a pleasure to visit them when I'm out and about. I've really connected with Geri Buan Hernandez of Marketing and Finance. We seem to have a great deal in common. The entire staff is always welcoming and friendly and I love just bursting in and starting a little trouble just to brighten my day.
Steve and I decided to start an Indian Scout website dedicated to this little beauty and my travels with her. Take a look and follow along during the two months we have with her as part of our lives as motorcycle bloggers.
And forgive me if I'm lackluster in posting on my blog for awhile. I'm a little busy riding Scout.