Bucket list item checked off. The bikes at Port Dover. Beautiful weather and the only Friday the 13th in all of 2011. I was a little nervous about it, I get panicky in crowds. I figured this was going to be a crowd. And it was, but there were no humungous knots of humanity that you couldn’t get away from easily.
The whole thing seemed very well organized. There was a parking lot in a field near Port Dover. No problem getting a space. School buses were waiting to be filled up with people. The bus driver greeted us and coaxed Leo up the stairs. He was nervous about it, but soon decided this was fun. Lots of people petting him.
Bus dropped us in the centre of town, then it was just wowwowwow look at the beautiful bikes! Regular bikes of all makes, but a lot of Harleys. Bikes that were works of art in their paint jobs or their entire structure. Bikes parked with ‘for sale’ signs on them. Bike dealers. Every kind of Harley merch you could want. People wearing commemorative t-shirts from past PD13 events, from Sturgis and other Harley events and clubs. Biker colours. Cops on motorcycles, bicycles, foot and in patrol cars. Almost no other cars on the streets. Just bikes.
The whole downtown and lakefront was filled with bikes. And people. But it was easy to find a quiet shady spot for a little break, but you still could watch bikes.
Then when Charlie was looking like he was going to go in search of the Simcoe Humane Society booth (where we’d bought them scarves), we figured it was time to leave. Found the bus stop again, buses were waiting. Leo jumped right up the steps this time, and back to the parking lot.