Nice bit of motorcycle nostalgia! Very cool.
Thanks Erik, I was in the city yesterday (Cabin Fever at Scooterville) and spent time with mom trying to take care of dad's old stuff. This is the tip of the iceberg I'll tell you what.
Neat advertising. I think Indian is kind of a lost brand sometimes.
Trobairitz,Lost...then found....lost.....then found.....lost :)It truly has been fits and starts for them. Wait until you see what Jane Mansfield had to say about Indian motorcycles!
I like that the lady rides her own!
I enjoyed that too Sonja, I'm thinking she'll take him once she makes the crest and has room!
Nice collection of pamphlets. Though the "Express Sidevan" looks like a coffin.
Richard, I agree about that Express....looks a bit boxy if you ask me. Were those used by the ice cream vendors?
Coop - My friend's Dad owned an Indian ... she sold it when he passed a couple of years ago (it was not, I think, the fastest!).
Karen, a number of my friends now own them, many of these guys were friends of my dad. Knowing that dad was an 'HD Man', I was a bit surprised to discover the Indian brochures, newsletters, etc. but then I noticed a name and postal address on the back and I got the biggest smile (still smiling just remembering him). Earl E. was a neighbor of dad's, a bit older and one of the funniest people I've ever known. Our family was camping in Glacier National Park one summer and somehow the E's were out there as well. Around more than one evening's campfire, we had the entire loop's campers around in our campsite, listening to Earl tell stories.He was a better story teller than rider...we always heard from his wife, no slouch in the story-telling skills, of Earl's first ride on his Indian....."Took out a whole row of my favorite gladiolas and then I asked him why he wasn't using the driveway..."They are still treasures in my chest.
Terrific memories ... it's great that you had/have a motorcyle connection to you Dad. My father never rode but I remember, very well, him telling my mother to "never mind ... let her do what she can" when I decided to buy my own bike. Maybe he always dreamed.
I'll bet your dad DID dream, how could he not, knowing what we know?? :)Many have commented on the fact that we rode as a family. Though I never really took it for granted, I'm coming to appreciate what it really meant that it was something almost passed down. There were rides with 3 generations of us all going together. Gramp was riding yet at almost 90 though Gram was worrying more and more, finally putting a stop to it.