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HAIL TO THE CHIEF

Story ID:3642
Written by:Kathe M. Campbell (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Butte Mt. USA
Year:1970
Person:Me 'n Pops
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Posted 03/18/2008 15:07 by Frederick William Wickert | Reply
Great story kathe. I once knew a woman in the Air Force who together with her sister, owned 51% of Harley Davidson Co. She was an expert stunt rider and her personal machine was an Indian. She wouldn't ride one of the newer bikes her own compny made.
Fred
Posted 03/18/2008 15:45 by Kathe M. Campbell | Reply
Interesting. I liked the Indian better as well because it sat lower to the ground. I must have worn the tips of all my boots sitting at stop lights balancing that big Honda, but what fun! Thanx Fred...K
Posted 03/18/2008 20:29 by Nancy J. Kopp | Reply
Some wonderful memories, but I'm kinda glad your bike riding days are behind you. I can just see you toppling off that mountain road that leads to the ranch. Nope, better stay with your truck, Kath. Still, a very nice story.
Nancy
Posted 03/18/2008 23:05 | Reply
Sounds like wonderous adventures you and Ken experienced on your bikes! I know you savor those memories...wish I'd been along with you.

Love,
Kathy
Posted 03/20/2008 14:16 | Reply
Excellent story Kathe! Just the kind of article a guy enjoys about another guy reveling in our material collections. We do enjoy our toys,and Ken certainly enjoyed his along with the good times that went along with them.

Don Ralstin
Posted 03/21/2008 11:57 by Betty (BJ) Roan | Reply
What a beautiful shot of The Chief. Great story, as usual. When I was about 14, my father gave me a Harley. I don't remember the model, but it was perfect for my short legs. We weren't allowed to ride on the road, but my brother got out the tractor and made us a nice, soft dirt track where we could ride as much as we wanted.
Posted 03/21/2008 18:17 | Reply
If u want me to go to praying, just put me on a motorcycle. People tell me all the time how afraid they are of horses. I can't imagine why. But I'm sure afraid of those 2 wheelers. The wind blowing in your hair was nice, though.
Wanda West
Posted 03/22/2008 18:13 by Bonnie Jarvis-Lowe | Reply
Oh Kathe, I have never ridden a motorcycle. Four-wheelers, bicycles,jeeps,skidoos, and boats, but never motorbikes. Don't know why, not scared, just never had the opportunity. However I can relate to your story as my son has a Harley, two in fact, and just lives for his Indian runs. His girlfriend is an electrician and loves the bikes as much as he does and your description of it all makes me understand their love of it all the more. As my old friend Grizz would say in all the enthusiasm of the motorcycle lover-'RIDE SAFE INTO THE SETTING SUN MY FRIEND!'
Great Descriptions-Love shines through as it always does when you speak of Ken. What wonderful things you shared!!
May the Easter Bunny be good to you and yours.
Bonnie in Newfoundland---where the willows are not quite ready under all that snow yet but I am making plans for a Caribbean escape!!*lol*
A. S. A. P.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted 03/22/2008 18:41 by Kathe M. Campbell | Reply
I don't think we're going quite that far, but my kids are whisking me off somewhere in May. K
Posted 03/23/2008 11:28 by Carol J Garriott | Reply
Another excellent story, Kathe! Motorcycles bring the open road mystique to life for many folks. I've ridden with a friend off and on for years, and way back in the married years, I rode my husband's bike around town, tho I'd have to stop where there was a curb, as I couldn't reach the ground otherwise! Carol
Posted 04/25/2008 18:44 by Steven M. Moore | Reply
Kathe -- This brought back memories of riding behind my boyhood pal Tim on his Harley. How I wanted one! And how adamant my parents were about not letting me get one. Tim was the devil -- I learned to drive at twelve or thirteen, driving wheat combines, of all things. That was his father's business. A simpler time...we've lost that innocence and simplicity. Well written piece.... --Steve Moore
Posted 07/06/2008 03:40 by Susan Hammett Poole | Reply
Love, love, loved your Indian tale. I can't wait to forward it to my 90+yr. old cousin in TX who will adore reading this, too. Have you seen the movie "The World's Fastest Indian" starring Anthony Hopkins? You might wanta ck it out, as well as checking out the following website:
http://www.indianmotorbikes.com/features/munro/movie.htm
Posted 05/13/2009 13:09 by JANET KESSLER POLUDNIAK | Reply
Kathe, The story is great, but the writing is supurb. I hope you send it in for publication someplace. It surely deserves to be read by many. I know there are lots of magazines about biking that would relish a story of this nature. I encourage you to put it out there for someone to consider. You might be able to buy another bike on the proceeds. J;-) Good work. Janet
Posted 05/13/2009 15:06 by Kathe M. Campbell | Reply
Hi Janet - did send it to Chick Soup For Bikers some months ago. Haven't heard back yet, they sometimes take forever. This would be #15. Many thanx for your nice comments....Kath
Posted 05/13/2009 16:45 | Reply
You're more than welcome. If they say "no," they're fools. It's a beauty. Send it out to Reader's Digest, Women's Day, Family Circle, fill in the blank. Someone will see it's value. It was a delight to read. Janet