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rad802 Member
since 2008-04-19
Posts 279KY U.S.A. 
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 Around 1990 or 1991 I decided to put the Indian back together, Wilson Planck swears that he thought I was just droping off some Indian parts that I wanted to sell but really, I didn't want this bike to die with me. This bike deserved another shot at immortality even though I had lost a lot of parts. I went into the shop two or three days a week and did as much of the work myself as I could. It was around this time that I began my association with the infamous Maytag Messerschmitt Motorcycle Club mainly because I had purchased a 1964 BMW R60/2 and a 1969 R69S/2. That put me in good standing with the club. If you know anything about the history of the club, you've been lied too. This is a club of myth and legend and only many years of merciless proding will get you the faintest glimmer of the wonders that is the MMMC. The god like leader is Art. That is all I know about him. There was another founding member who I remember as the guy who fired a shot down the railroad track as a demonstration of displeasure because someone had stolen something from the back of Wilson's shop. The oficial drink of the MMMC is as I understand it Hatuey Malta  It has been their official drink since 1952. I did try, although unsuccessfully to get the club to adopt Moxie as the oficial drink.  I have not given up and if successful, I will then go on to work at getting this bike established as the official motorcycle.  If I have my way, this is what our next club meeting will look like.  As I understand it, you can not join this club unless you express a willingness to not belong in the club and you were not officially indoctrinated into the club until after you quit. The good thing was that everyone could do what they wanted, that was an official rule. I became road captain for a while because I was the guy who was never quite sure where we were going. I spent a lot of time at the front of the pack setting the pace and hoping I wouldn't miss a turn. I also spent a lot of time at the back of the pack keeping an eye on things. When I finally got the Indian running it was, of course, the bike I rode. It ran like a scalded dog. I had Wilson do every trick he knew to this bike including 80" flywheels and Bonnieville cams and carburetor. I suprised a few Harley people with this bike. Harley people always think Indians are slow like a Harley 45" flathead, nothing could be further from the truth. The Indian Scouts were the fastest bikes Indian built and at least one land speed is still held by an Indian Scout. My bike was a Chief but it was a really fast Chief. I don't have the bike anymore but for many years I would run into people who would tell me "I remember you, do you still have that old Indian"? A worthy legacy is the irrevocable consequence of dreaming. Rick A. Delmonico |
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crosscountry83 Member
since 2009-07-30
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Another amazing write! Going to read the third part now... |
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