Nimble partner for urban warfare, i.e. the office commute
When I first saw the Hunter in the office parking, I kept thinking just how small it was. It didn’t look like anything you may think of upon hearing the name ‘Royal Enfield’. And this small size is what made the Hunter feel friendly and unintimidating when I got on it for the first time. Picking it up from Ed’s home late in the night, the first thing I noticed was the beautiful reflection of the indicators on the matte black headlamp cowl. On the Hunter, the pulsing, soothing orange glow has a slightly hypnotic quality. The next thing that struck me was how comfortable the coke bottle-shaped vintage pattern grips were, certainly more so than the Scram 411, which needed gloves to operate properly. Just like the Scram though, the fuel gauge segments are way too large, and give you a mini heart attack every time one of them disappears.
That aside, I absolutely loved the physical speedo needle, albeit one of the fatter speedo needles I have seen, and the analogue theme continues with the incandescent headlamp that bathes the road ahead with a comfortable yellow hue. However, the Hunter 350 may not be the most preferred mode of travel for your pillion. My better half said that because of the rearward tilt of the pillion seat, she was afraid that she might fall off, which was quite unnerving for her. I may request RE to install one of their accessory seats on this, and shall then report back. But she had no issues with the seat cushioning. My perch was amazingly comfortable though, with a wide shape which made my commute quite relaxing, aided by the torquey motor. Honestly, I can’t wait to hit the open roads and hunt for some twisties with the Hunter.