Originally Posted by
seadog
My dad had a Indian Motorcycle way back before he married my mother. He worked in Grand Rapids, Michigan and my mothers home and his families home was outside Cadillac, Michigan in a little town called Jennings. Now the paved roads were in town back then and nothing but dirt road and ruts between Grand Rapids and Jennings. He left one night to see her and 5 miles out of town his headlight burnt out. He said he dumped that bike 19 times by the time he arrived in Jennings. My mother was a pretty woman and what a guy won't do to get closer. I think that's call more balls then brains. LOL