Riding the Indian Scout in 30+ degree cold weather, without a windshield, and without a face shield, might seem like a crazy thing to do. But then again, when there’s a 6 month old grandson waiting to snuggle with his “Bootsie” on Christmas night, I’d ride through colder temperatures.
The Scout doesn’t come standard with a windshield, though Indian does offer one as an option. But the point is to ride this 100 horsepower machine in a variety of different situations for the purpose of writing these extended reviews. As for why I didn’t choose to wear my full face helmet on this particular ride is because I didn’t have it. It’s actually at my daughter’s house in Bakersfield, where Steve and I are riding to this particular day.
It actually started raining when we left San Diego on Christmas afternoon, but skies cleared up once we got out of downtown. On the other hand, temperatures continued to drop throughout the entire ride.
Once we hit the Grapevine along I-5 northbound, the cold really came on. Temperatures seemingly dropped another degree with each mile. By the time we hit Gorman, we reached the coldest at 37 degrees F.
My body started shaking. Every muscle in my body was tensed. At the same time, I had to take deep breaths to relax myself and keep from shaking uncontrollably. But I put my head down, and toughed it out.
The Indian Scout, however, is so easily maneuverable, it helps the rider to remain in control. That is, in weather this cold, you’re already fighting your body’s need to shake, you don’t want have to fight your motorcycle too. Having a bike that responds to your minimal input is what you want.
Once we got down from mountains and into the San Joaquin Valley, we stopped at a gas station to get some hot tea. I was able to easily swing my leg over the Scout and get off. I say this because the Kawasaki Ninja 500R I once had was tall enough that dismounting was difficult when the body becomes stiff, cold, and shivering.
Christmas night was all I hoped for with a delicious dinner cooked by my daughter, a welcoming hug from my son-in-law, and my adorable grandson snuggling me just as I dreamed. That snuggle was worth every tough mile.