Ken Kemp’s Chief

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Indian Chief Roadmaster

Indian vs Feral, A Clash of

G’day everyone from Ken in

For those of you fairly new to the list, introduce myself to set the scene. a Flight Lieutenant with the Australian Air Force and have had my 47 Chief for close to 8 years


In early 1993 my friend Jim Parker (Jim Indian ) managed to down my dream bike a fella in New South Wales, after he imported it from I believe it was used as a Police (wish I had the paper work on As you can see from the scans, the bike was a but complete including Motolamp and

It was love at first sight as I the bike onto my trailer I received it from Interstate. I how I wanted it to look, and promptly off to Jims back yard (he’s come a long to begin the restoration.

Jim’s brief, no expense to be and build me a rider.

The bike was disassembled, reassembled using Cams, was ported, we toyed the idea of SS flywheels and stroking the but decided against it due to longevity I got a beautiful Roy Bognor paint job was worth the wait. After my bank account and selling my BMW and to complete the restoration, I was the proudest rider in Oz, and the machine took out bike show it was entered in.

that foot clutch some getting use to!

In December I was transferred to Darwin in Australia’s Territory. For those who don’t Australia, Darwin is fairly a frontier town, where men are men and snakes, sharks and deadly box nothing more than an

We have more than our share of people who we call ‘Ferals or Long Grasses’, who in the bush in town, come to on welfare check weeks and them self to oblivion. very pleasant people) I had here for two weeks.

A Night To Remember

It was a typical December evening. Beautiful, tropical lightning storms up the dusky sky in a display that couldn’t imagine. I put on my boots, favourite white tank top and the Chief into life.

The that all this bike is made of.

I had gotten approximately 500 away from the gates of the on the highway, just into and doing approximately 60 — when I spotted a group of grasses on the medium strip, very drunk.

Three of brain surgeons ran across the in front of me, which posed no The fourth one who had hesitated and stayed then in all her wisdom decided she to be with her mates. She took four steps across the and effectively ran straight into my bars, with a look in her that screamed nobody

Isn’t it funny how you can remember all so clearly, and yes, it does in slow motion.

Jeez I The Sound Of Smashing Headlights!

She hit me on my hand side and immediately put the wheel of the bike into right lock. The handle bar hit me in the chest and the bike and I went on our right hand side heavily.

I remember seeing the slide off into some while I was busy burning all the off my forearms and burning through my and jeans, getting a grazed After I came to a halt, I myself up off the road, bleeding and secured the bike which was had and was still running with wide open, a holed oil flames and sparks shooting out of the

Indian Chief Roadmaster

After I had shut it off and closed off the I turned to the cause of all this. She was unconscious on the road, and as I’m a Nurse, I looked after her It was during my rendering first aid to person that her mates up to me from the road and began me with a stick.

‘That’s my sister, that’s my It was at this point that I my sense of humour.

A bus driver had witnessed all this then forward and came to my aid, other motorists assisting required. They separated me and moron, and an ambulance was called to myself and the unconscious person to our hospitals. She came to in the ambulance a drunken stupor and had suffered a left femur from the bar I suggest.

The Aftermath

I ended up the whole ‘Wet Season’ in wearing special burns on my arms which was a blast, I had lacerations, bruises and no bike. My feral friend spent a few on crutches before she was seen to be back at the scene of the accident in and no crutches, and my bike ended up an insurance write off.

I agonised for about three as to what to do with my insurance but as I received $35000 (AUS) and the of the wreck, all I wanted to do was load the onto a truck and have Jim his magic all over again. The took nine months and all my money but before I knew it, a was being unwrapped like my birthday present out side my on the RAAF base at Darwin, I all the Harley D packaging and before my was my bike, complete and pristine That was 1995


now May 2000, I’m posted to in North Queensland with the which is motorcycle heaven, but the scene is … to say the least. I ride my Chief everywhere, and out for the very few bike shows pop up. I’m still the editor for the Motocycle Club of Australia, but I you one thing, If it wasn’t for Gary Moen and all of you who chat, stir, inform and generally entertain us all on all Indian, my love and knowledge of the wouldn’t be anywhere near as

Best wishes everyone.

Ken and

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