Two Indian Chief Dark Horse Motorcycles, a Hundred Miles of Road

When you are deployed, you sometimes carry around a happy memory to keep you going. Some are real (like your family.) And some are imagined, like a car you want to get or that boat you wanna buy, but can’t afford. When things get tough, either deployed or on shore-duty, I like to goof around about motorcycles.

I came up on one of the over-worked civilians who works at my command and told him: Screw it, let’s go get us some Indian Chiefs and hit it. We can tear up the road. De-stress with a little motorcycle exhaust. Whad’ja say?

Sir, no can do. Got my eye on that Ducatti. And he pointed to a Duc Monster 696 poster.

C’mon, I bought two Dark Horses and everything. One for you. Let’s git. . .

Ahhhhhh, nope. . . 

Oh well, guess I gotta keep it. Call me an Indian giver. (Scout’s honor, that was the line!)

8 thoughts on “Two Indian Chief Dark Horse Motorcycles, a Hundred Miles of Road

  1. Dunno, N1 – “Indian hard tail” conjours up an entirely different mental vision for me.

    • Hmm, I am not following. Is this something “yellow-light” related? Or is the Indian an expensive joke? Admittedly, I am not a bike guy. I just wanted to use some outlandish motorcycle for my bug-out fantasy.

      • The Dark Horse pictured has a “hard tail” suspension meaning the rear suspension is the rear tire itself – no hydraulic shocks. A bone shaking kidney killer chick magnet. My preference was for Indian women (East or West) with a fit, toned & well-maintained culo.

  2. My ultimate de-stresser is to pack a flask of tea (and food sustenance) into a small bergan and ‘yomp’ into the great outdoors. No matter what the weather is doing I will walk until I feel the need to return.

    I am fortunate in that I simply have to step out of my front door into the wilds; so driving is not a requirement.

    Yours Aye.

  3. Next door neighbor has one a those. Sounds like Armageddon when he fires it up. Retired Marine, he is, so I guess it’s OK.

  4. EB: I love that. Just about to go for a run myself, up into the hills. Imagine Ireland. And you would have my neighborhood.
    Flugelman: Phew. Good to know. . .

  5. I freely admit I know nothing about these modern ‘Indians’ but I doubt that they are rigid frames. The real Chiefs in the 1940s had plunger suspension on the rear.

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