LOL!
It was an appellation given to me by a US Government 'Official' on the Ostfront back in the day.
One day I'll bore you about how close we came to getting a Mig 29UB . The price was 1,000,000 US , and a certain well known US car dealer , gave serious consideration to forming a syndicate to buy the bloody thing . Madman
Anyway , we happened to mention in the Marine Bar at the US embassy in Warsaw this airframe might be available, and the next thing we knew , a very useful looking gentleman introduced himself , and asked if we could really obtain one .(This was pre the Bulgarian? deal)
I said yes, we've been quoted a million bucks , spare powerplants included and other bits and bobs. The upshot is the Russian end decided not to go ahead. I presume because a body gets mighty lonely staring at the Siberian scenery all day long. The US 'official' was quite closely involved , and was a pretty good guy. Unusually for an American he could drink too:D He was fascinated by the whole warbird hunting thing, and where we had been ,thought it was pretty cool and that's how I ended up being called Indiana
Still, we got the Iskaras

We were offered Mi24's as well at 200k. In those days, if you had the cash, anything was possible. It was a very exciting time .
I do miss it so.
Nowadays I'm still prepared to go hunting for that elusive rare bird, just as long as the Pilot bellied it in no more than 200 yards from the Hotel bar.
No, I've never been to Indiana, but they tell me it's nice