Oh man, sad story. I like hearing stories of the old days though, the way people would court...It's all Tinder and RSVP these days. Fucking odd as fuck.
On a side note...I looked at an Indian early this year, a new one. Was so close to getting it. Faith put the wet blanket on it at the end...I don't blame her...So many fuckers on the road watching their phone and not the road.
You have to be full on defensive every minute you are riding. It's why I really like lightly traveled back roads.
That new Indian is a serious piece of gear, isn't it? I've test ridden a couple and they ride as good as they look. I'd really like to have a Roadmaster parked in my patio...
So the Rex Manchester story is part of the reason my mom was always supportive of my desire to ride.
Yep, I used to ride fairly aggressively, staying out if blind spots and away from traffic. Love me a good open road though, less traffic, more enjoyment.
I'll good Rex, see if his story comes up.