The Days of Brown Leather ~~
“We wore brown leather,” my Mom used to say. “We rode Indians or Triumphs, and we wore brown leather.” So many times I’ve sat and listened to the stories my Mom would tell me about how she and my dad would ride with their group–family or friends–way back in the 40’s. Those motorcycles (pronounced motor sickles according to my Mom) were classics; the style likely to have inspired the Royal Enfields of today.
They went everywhere on their ‘motors’, as my Mom also referred to riding their motorcycles. I remember seeing an old black and white of my dad’s Indian with Sidecar that he used to cart my very pregnant Mom around in; when Mom was expecting her first child–my big brother. Our whole family was always involved in motorcycles of some kind. Even my Uncle Pete Dalio–so I’ve been told–held the world speed record…
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