After a couple of years, Bandit missed his FXR and started looking around for one. He found an '89 and began
a complete overhaul. Nearly finished, a mad dog from Seattle called screaming something about a shop on
Sunset in Hollywood and not selling his '46 Indian. To keep the 13-time martial arts world champion from
exploding a bubbling brain full of blood vessels like a LARS rocket exploding an anthill, Bandit offered his FXR
in trade. "I never dreamed of owning an Indian, let alone my all-time favorite."