Back in the old, old days there was about 15 of us that rode together.
There where 7 Harley's, 6 Indians, 1 BMW(with sidecar), and 1 Triumph.
The Indian and Harley riders where always busting on each other ( I rode an Indian). It was always in fun and with me it still is (like it's already been said it doesn't matter what you ride, but that you ride).
When ever anyone asks me if I ever wanted a Harley or why I own a Star and not a Harley I tell them all the same thing.
I'm afraid if I bought a Harley that my Indian tattoo would melt off my arm and I couldn't stand the pain.
As a side note.
Back in the early 70's the first Indian Rally was held in Springfield Mass. The
main speaker at the banquet was the great
Sammy Pierce.
He opened his speech with these two poems.
You can't live without the Indian Scout,
or it's big brother the Indian Chef.
Their built like rocks,
to take hard knocks.
It's those Harley's that cause all the grief.
Harley Davidson made of tin,
ride them out and push them in.
He received a standing ovation from everyone in the room, even all the Harley riders (and there where alot of them there).
Back in the late 60's around here there weren't alot of mc rider's and almost all of them rode either Harley or Indian.
If you rode a Harley you busted on the Indian riders and if you owned an Indian you busted on the Harley riders.
That is just the way it was. But it was always in fun.
It's a pity people take it so seriously now a days.