10,000 Miles on my Scout
By Rural Murry, Photography by Rural Murry
Chicago was my next objective. At Hammond, Indiana, I stopped off to change oil and get a grease job. The dealer was Harry Kelly and visiting him was Walt Korn. Both of them had raced with my husband, Rural. In Chicago I stored my motor and visited the Fair. “Red” Crawford who had been riding the motor drome turned out to be in the hospital with blood poisoning. For three days I tramped around the Fair and three nights I finished up with tired and aching feet. But, it was a grand Fair and I had a great time taking in all the sights.
From Chicago home was 1,000 miles. The motor being limbered up I was able to really make time. In Tennessee I ran into rain. It was not bad enough to stop me and I continued on right into San Antonio.
This should have been the normal conclusion of my trip, but, I was so elated over the performance of my motor and so full of the wanderlust that within a very short time I took off for what I really considered to be a continuation of my trip. This time I headed for California. My route took me through El Paso. About six miles out I met a motorcycle rider who invited me to attend.
By Rural Murry
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