Up through the 285 corridor, the elevation comes in slowly.
No single climb. Just accumulation.

8,000 feet.
9,000.

The Himalayan doesn’t care.
That’s what it’s built for.

The Guzzi follows in its own way. Less eager, more deliberate.
Still there.

By the time you realize where you are, you’re already in it.

The Royal Enfield Himalayan feels at home here.
Gravel. Washboard. No need to rush.