To all Dads: Happy Fathers Day..
Hoot, that is my son Bill's website!
He built it in honor of his Grand Dad & the 444th Bomb Group (Tinian), then it spread to B-29s, Army Air Forces in the Pacific Theater, honoring living & dead WWII Vets, etc.
How do you know of the 444th website?
That is an awesome motorcycle. It looks very sturdy and rugged.No, but I wish I did!
That was in 1948, I was 5. The big Chief was a used '48 or '47. That's me on the porch and my ugly little dog "Weavy" peering through the screen door.
The Old Man had ridden bikes all his life, but never owned one before...thus the smile! He was 27.
It was our family's only transportation for over a year.
I remember lots of times, including winter, with him up front, Mom on back & me in the middle, all cradling bags of groceries, freezing our asses off. He had installed a long "buddy" seat by then on the "Family Truckster".
Hanging out in the back of the Indian shop when they prepped the race bikes on Saturday afternoon. Flat track races on Sunday.
Riding up on the tank as we blasted down beer-joint row on Saturday night with the Indian Club. Hanging on for dear life, scared shitless and loving every second of it, grinning like a crazy kid. Neon lights, all the bikes, loud pipes, speed with all "my" buddies! Looking for Harley riders to race or just flip-off.
I guess it's true...the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
"You'll never wear out the Indian Scout,
or his brother the Indian Chief.
They're built like rocks,
to take hard knocks...
it's the Harleys that cause the grief!"
- Old Indian advertising slogan.