Chris Hunt 🌵

NORRA 1000: VSRP secures 1st place at the finish line in San Jose del Cabo after a near race-ending repair on day 5. The final test will be the return trip up the peninsula with a loaded car trailer. #vintagescoutraceprogram #scoutmotors #norra1000

NORRA 1000: VSRP continues South through Bahia de Los Angeles, San Ignacio, Loreto. The rocks and sand taking their toll. Local cafes provide critical support for the morning stages. #norra #scoutmotors #vintagescoutraceprogram

NORRA Day 1: Three stages, 198 miles — Ensenada to San Felipe. Losing oil, but otherwise good. The potholes make the transits special too. Spirits are high and ready for Day 2. #norra #scoutmotors #vintagescoutraceprogram

FORD going fast, Barstow CA.

@vintagescoutraceprogram at The Mint 400 in Primm, NV. #vintagescoutraceprogram #scoutmotors #themint400

🌵 Mojave road trip with the crew

🏁 NORRA 500 @mack_johnson_official / @chezronracing304

🏆🥇 @vintagescoutraceprogram in Baja for the 2025 NORRA 500. Another epic chapter for Scouts. #backtobaja / @scout_motors

🗺️ 2025 Camp Nomad, Colorado. Mining for gold and memories. // @camp_nomad_usa #vintage4x4

🌵 4 days in Arizona with the @newlegend4x4 family. #anythingscout #newlegend4x4

Through ancient sands our engines pulse and keen, Like desert hearts beneath the vast unseen, Where Namib’s golden arteries unfold In rippled waves of corrugated gold. We start in second—wisdom born of years— While flat tires sigh what the desert fears: That all who dance upon this shifting stage Must learn to read each granule’s silent page. Great elephants, like storms carved deep in stone, Ghost through acacia groves where thorns have grown To guard old secrets; giraffes paint the sky With brushstrokes time itself cannot deny. Ancient rhinos leave their tales in sand— A Braille of beasts we’ve learned to understand— While seals, where foam meets earth’s sun-burnished clay, Blur boundaries where wild realms hold sway. Each dusk brings forth an oasis of light, A marble palace rising from the night, Where weary riders shed their desert gleam And drift through silence like a falcon’s dream. The flight that brought us—hours stretched to days— Dissolves like dew in morning’s copper haze; For here, where primal truths run wild and deep, The desert knows which stories it should keep. Through wheels that spin tales ancient and untamed, Past dunes that shift like prayers yet unnamed, We trace the paths where sky bleeds into sea, And find in Namibia what sets us free. Her spirit dwells in each grain’s memory, In thorned acacia’s whispered prophecy, Where motorcycle tracks, like verses, fade Into the epic that the gods have made. When darkness falls and stars ignite the plain, Our engines cool like lovers after rain, While ancient Africa beneath our feet Makes transient moments somehow more complete.

🔧 desert bars and desert cars. #namibia @motosafari