There were no Harleys allowed!!!!!
The truly sad thing is that the original was a great motorcycle. It was the only bike my Father would ever ride. I don't know how many miles I have spent on the back of an old Chief as a kid, but I think that is where my passion for bikes started. True story, my Dad was sitting in the old tin sided garage/shed revving an old Indian Chief when the clevis pin in the suicide clutch mechanism snapped. Straight through the back of the garage he went. It wasn't bad except for the fact the chicken coop was attached to the rear of the building. We had chicken for dinner for a few days in a row. Up until my Mother left this earth years ago she always reminded the Old Man of that day, every chance she got.