I cut my teeth at 17 on Indians, old Chiefs and Scouts. The pic below was my favorite, it started as a full dresser but morphed as I got into high school and beyond. I was about 25 when this photo was taken, it was a pic of the house and by the time it was zoomed in you can barely see the bike but its the only shot I have left of my custom Indian. That bike destroyed my back but damn, I rode the crap out of it across Southern California of the 70s and 80 and up to Sonoma county and the Marin headlands north of SF. IT was the fastest bike in my area till the Honda 750 debuted. 80 cu inch with a Indian's racing Bonneville kit, cams and carb, it handled like a dream and rode like a buckboard. These were the daze when you drove a custom, you built it with innovation and parts from old cars or whatever you could find. It said something about you and frankly, it took a "real man" to start one ;o)
I don't mind the Harley douches except when they go crazy on the pipes and feel the need to overcompensate for their "inadequacies" by revving the crap out of them screaming to everyone "look at me, I'm a sad douche". On nice summer days in downtown Watkins Glen, there is a bar that opens the storefront windows letting the summer in. We play music on Sunday afternoons and the douches drive by on their store-bought-electric-start Harleys customized with catalog bolt-ons all decked out like the guy in the Village People reving the crap out of straight pipes in a downtown with 2 story buildings on either side of the street. NOBODY thinks they are cool.
I don't mind people who look like douches, I got no opinion, but when they ACT like a douche, yea, I'll get some attitude...
Last edited by dobrostang; 04-07-2019 at 09:42 AM.