They’re watching us, alright.
And they like nothing better than a good laugh.
What a shame that we’re their favorite joke!
Head out to the garage to do some motorcycle maintenance, and you can hear them chuckling already.
You don’t need it to let out a deafening roar every time you turn the key.
But you also don’t want it to whisper so quietly you can barely hear it.
I reckon a strong rumbling purr is the ideal.
When we finally got our hands on our new Indian Scout, we knew she’d look amazing.
But we really wondered how she’d sound.
Pat fired her up for the first time … and … hmm.
She mumbled away in a boring murmur that had no personality at all.
We rode her for a little while, and nothing changed.
Right. We need a better motorbike exhaust, said Pat, heading for the internet with his credit card already out.
And the Indian Scout motorcycle is no exception.
Glowing reviews have flowed in, as this beautiful, iconic motorcycle has been discussed from every possible angle.
No-one has offered a view of the Indian Scout from the pillion seat.
Until now, that is…
When you open that garage door, it’s a bit like entering the Bat Cave.
Only no-one’s wearing a cape.
Pat’s motorbike garage is only metres from the house, but it’s a whole different world out there…