Alright… buckle up.
Picture this.
You are me.
You’ve got yourself an Indian Scout Bobber. Gloss metallic black. Tan seat. Looking like it just walked out of a movie scene where the hero doesn’t say much but everyone knows he means business.
Then like a complete madman, you slap a Freedom Performance exhaust on it. Two grand worth of “I regret nothing.”
Now when you ride home, your wife knows you’re exactly two kilometres away. Not because of Life360. Not because of Find My iPhone. Because the exhaust announces you like you’re entering WrestleMania.
Three cars ahead of you know.
Three cars behind you know.
Pedestrians reconsider life choices.
Safety? Not even a conversation.
And in those moments, twisting through the Macedon Ranges, you’re 18 again.
No bills.
No super to check.
No council rates.
No folding cardboard like you’re training for Amazon warehouse Olympics.
No sneaking out at 3am trying to shove a rogue piece of mower styrofoam into a stranger’s red bin because yours is full.
Just you.
The twisties.
And that exhaust note that makes your spine feel things.
Now here’s where the plot thickens.
You’re 36.
You’ve done the world’s highest motorable road at 18 on a humble 180cc Kawasaki cruiser. Since then, you’ve owned Yamahas, Hondas, gone through phases, tried different styles. This Scout Bobber was the return to your roots. Back to cruiser life.
And mate… it felt like home.
Low.
Torquey.
Rocket disguised as a gentleman.
But then everything changed.
We’re expecting a baby.
First to go? The two door car. Apparently baby seats don’t care about “aesthetic”.
Next in line? This.
Because in this house now, NOTHING that makes sound survives.
Dog? Not allowed to bark.
Me? Not allowed to fart.
Mower? Muffler back on.
Was told to sell the petrol one and “maybe look at electric”.
So naturally, the Bobber is next.
Does it hurt to sell this?
More than you can imagine.
But nothing beats the joy of the incoming little legend joining the family. So for now, this has to go.
Now let’s talk facts.
Indian Scout Bobber
Rare metallic gloss black. Not the matte you see everywhere. This black actually shines. It reflects the sky like it knows it’s premium.
Tan seats. Pillion included.
Freedom Performance exhaust included. Over $2000 on its own. It will be sold with the stock exhaust fitted for roadworthy, and the Freedom packed neatly for you to bolt back on and terrorise your suburb responsibly.
Rear rack included. Looks fully sick if you want to ditch the pillion seat and go solo assassin mode.
5700 km.
That is all.
Weekend rider only. And I live in the Macedon Ranges where winter feels like nature personally trying to freeze your bloodline. Ride days are limited. Hence the baby kilometres.
Price includes:
• Roadworthy
• Fresh service
• Cost of refitting stock exhaust for RWC
• One full year registration
Yes, you read that right.
Now, I hear you whispering “best price?”
Here’s how you get one:
700 off if you don’t want the year of rego.
Another 650 off if you don’t want the roadworthy and service.
If you want a discount without removing anything, start the conversation with a top tier dad joke. I need to build my arsenal.
Test rides?
Absolutely no chance without full payment in my account first. I don’t trust the world anymore. If you want to experience one, go to a dealer and test ride theirs.
This one is my sweet thang.
If you’re reading this and your pulse just went up a little… you’re probably the next caretaker.
Message me.
Bring a dad joke.