My old 1927 Indian Scout. This was a very cool motorcycle that I should not have sold.
I rode it a fair bit and it was fun, but you had better plan your stops.
I was riding it one day and it stopped running. I pulled over and noticed that part of the carburetor had vibrated loose and fallen off. I walked back down the road and the missing part was laying in the street. I screwed it back on and the little Scout started right up and I rode home.
"You can't wear out an Indian Scout"
