Fond memories. Nice job... When I was a kid, my uncle had an Indian motorcycle. He also had a side car for it and use to take me for rides. He had cherry bombs for me to throw at the dogs that would chase us... ahhh the good old days. One time he had his Indian parked at our house while he was gone..... somehow, not me, no way, never, honest,,,,,,, it got tipped over... It took every kid in the neighborhood,,,, "Our Gang" (remember those short movies), to get that motorcycle back up... My mom even came out to help!