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Tuesday, November 21, 2006
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Years ago my Uncle Max worked for Coronado National Forest, out of Tucson. My younger brother and I were invited down from Phoenix for a couple of days. So Uncle Max drove down on his Indian (I believe) motorcycle, while Aunt Betty drove the pick-up truck. We were parcelled out between the two of them. That's my only bike ride in my whole life -- and it still is memorable. Wind in my hair as we raced across the desert -- all the Good Things. By way of introducing a site with a batch of historic and antique motorcycles, starting with the 1885 Daimler.
As I recall, the bike was white and Uncle Max took me on a burn up a hill where the white 'T' for Tucson was located. I don't remember the pick-up.
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I see you didn't argue with my ID of it as an Indian!
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