My name is Chris Matthieu but my motorcycle friends call me Indian Chris, a nickname related to my affinity for Indian motorcycles. Don’t get me wrong, I have a sweet spot for Indians but I love anything with two wheels. In fact, I have owned the following bikes throughout my lifetime: Honda NightHawk, Honda Goldwing, Honda Silverwing, Yamaha Virago, and even a Harley Davidson Ironhead Sportster. Today, I own a new Polaris-manufactured Indian Chieftain and a stable of antique (pre-1953) Indian motorcycles.
Motorcycles offer a freedom that everyone should experience at least once. There’s enough of a sense of danger that focuses you on the ride in front of you while drowning out all worries, anxieties, and mind-chatter. There’s also the peaceful solace found in embracing the breathtaking scenery outside of city limits on lesser traveled roads.
Indian Motocycles (yes, no “r”) went out of business in 1953. When the company returned in 1999, the “r” was added back into the name. My collection ranges from the 19-teens, twenties, thirties, and forties. Sometimes I wonder if these old Indian motorcycles could talk, what would they be saying to each other? Some of these bikes went through WWI while others went through the Great Depression and others went through WWII.
I belong to several Indian Motocycle clubs including: Antique Motorcycles Club of America (AMCA), 101 Scout Association, and Indian Motorcycle Riders Group (IMRG). Here’s a fun photo of us having a lunch break on an IMRG day ride. These clubs offer great camaraderie of like-minded fun people.
This blog is meant to share my motorcycle passion and encounters. Please join me on this adventure.