Eight years ago, I was driving a truck on I -40 through New Mecico and I stopped for the night at one of the Indian casinos, no pun intended. In front of the main entrance there were 4 bikes parked outside with big signs saying they will be offered to some lucky winners of their promotions. One of the bikes got my attention, it was a HarleyDavidson Sportster Nighster in orange and black. It really moved me, open my mind to a whole lot of possibilities and dreams and fantasies, I never owned a bike before, I didn't even considered an option. I just had to get one.
Long story short, when I got back to Chicago I went straight to the HarleyDavidson dealer down the street from where I was living to get one. Well, I didn't happened, the out the door price they gave me was almost 3 grand over the MSRP and they didn't want to haggle a bit, on top of that the sales person was rude and impatient with me. I left the dealership disappointed and determined to buy a bike that day, any bike, just not a HarleyDavidson.
I got a Suzuki m50 from a different dealer, my sales person, a Harley rider was one of the best in the business and got a huge discount too.
Fast forward 7 years and 4 bikes later, I was laying on the ground, bloodied and in pain, my right shoulder in a very awkward position, no skin on my palms and belly despite the fact I had summer gloves and jacket on and some horrible looking road rash on my knees. The driver that hit me didn't even stopped to check to see if I'm alright or dead or anything. He knew he was going the wrong way on a one way street and maybe he just had other things on his mind, after all it was Father's Day.
I whole lot of people told me I should stopped riding, I listen. I sold the bike I had the wreck on, my wounds have since long healed and I thought that's it, I would never ride again until I saw the new Scout. I was like having an epiphany, the bike just talked to me. It wasn't even an American motorcycle magazine that broke the news to the world, it was a British one. I was hoping the picture of the Silver Smoke scout is really real. It was. From that moment I begin the real mind game, how could I put my mints on one without sacrificing any of the comfort and security I knew I had to provide my family. It wasn't an easy task but fast forward another 9 months and I had my scout. I enjoyed it so much I completely forgot about how it all started, with me gazing upon a 2007 HarleyDavidson Nightster. Bye bye Harley, say hello to Indian.
Long story short, when I got back to Chicago I went straight to the HarleyDavidson dealer down the street from where I was living to get one. Well, I didn't happened, the out the door price they gave me was almost 3 grand over the MSRP and they didn't want to haggle a bit, on top of that the sales person was rude and impatient with me. I left the dealership disappointed and determined to buy a bike that day, any bike, just not a HarleyDavidson.
I got a Suzuki m50 from a different dealer, my sales person, a Harley rider was one of the best in the business and got a huge discount too.
Fast forward 7 years and 4 bikes later, I was laying on the ground, bloodied and in pain, my right shoulder in a very awkward position, no skin on my palms and belly despite the fact I had summer gloves and jacket on and some horrible looking road rash on my knees. The driver that hit me didn't even stopped to check to see if I'm alright or dead or anything. He knew he was going the wrong way on a one way street and maybe he just had other things on his mind, after all it was Father's Day.
I whole lot of people told me I should stopped riding, I listen. I sold the bike I had the wreck on, my wounds have since long healed and I thought that's it, I would never ride again until I saw the new Scout. I was like having an epiphany, the bike just talked to me. It wasn't even an American motorcycle magazine that broke the news to the world, it was a British one. I was hoping the picture of the Silver Smoke scout is really real. It was. From that moment I begin the real mind game, how could I put my mints on one without sacrificing any of the comfort and security I knew I had to provide my family. It wasn't an easy task but fast forward another 9 months and I had my scout. I enjoyed it so much I completely forgot about how it all started, with me gazing upon a 2007 HarleyDavidson Nightster. Bye bye Harley, say hello to Indian.