Roughly three hours from the Southern California sprawl is a little-known spot I like to frequent. Its hard-packed obsidian sand dunes make for fun riding and a dramatic photographic backdrop. With visions of Bud Ekins and Steve McQueen in his mind and mischief in his heart, my son, Evan, grabbed the handlebar, switched traction control and ABS to the off position, and whacked the throttle. In this black desert paradise, Evan settled into the seat and our epic day of “dust and daguerreotype” began. Like the days of yore, with this modern scrambler, the fun begins when the pavement ends.