~ PD13, Crowds, Chrome, & Camaraderie ~   6 comments

  2 Moto PD 13  

Is comical how one can be so pleasantly surprised when going to an event with no great espectations …

PD13 ~ Crowds, Chrome, & Camaraderie …

It began in 1981 with a fella by name, Chris Simons along with approximately 25 through word of mouth friends making a trip to the Commercial Hotel (the now ‘Angelos of Dover’). It was in November, Friday the 13th. … End of an enjoyable day, it was decided they would make this pilgrimage on every Friday the 13th. A tradition born.

August 13, 2010 (a Friday, of course), an estimated 150,000 or more espected to descend upon the quaint, quiet community of Port Dover Ontario for the Fiftieth event of “Friday the Thirteenth” since it’s meagre beginnings back in November of 1981. The incessant music to the ears, the rumbling of motorcycles from the wee dawn hours Friday morning, throughout the day, evening, night, and well into Saturday as bikers from all around North America make way to be counted among the many enjoying a day of Crowds, Chrome, & Camaraderie.

The plan: to leave out of West Lorne about 08:00 hours, hook up with a couple ‘a friends in Aylmer Ontario, then to continue on to Port Dover.

The unexpected: I knew I’d run into a few bikers here ‘n there, mayhap a few groups as well, but Hokey Hanna Man!!! Seven kilometres out of West Lorne, I turns east onto Hwy #3 with a group of bikers not far to the west, and coming up on me as I accelerate to highway speed. I keep point to Wallacetown where a bunch ‘a more riders turned out ahead ‘a me, and a few from the group behind ‘a me filed off to grab a breakfast bite at the restaurant there. That’s the way it was the rest ‘a the ride. Some would file off, while others coming on from breaks, or joining in from side roads would file in. For a while, the convoy was of length I couldn’t even see the point rider, nor the rear lest I was riding the crest atop a valley. With every passing community and crossroad, the biker traffic increases, the obligatory biker hand-wave assumed. The occasional nod with knowing grin that all are riding wheel to wheel, all to the same destination.

By Aylmer, highway #3 is crazy travelled with bikes where I files off on county road #73 to meet friends from London at the local Timmie’s. A quick java, large regular thanks, squeeze $6.50 into the tank, and back onto the road to Dover, chrome glittering in the sunlight as the procession of bikers stake claim to the road ahead. Tilsonburg, Delhi, Simcoe, the biker traffic increasing with each. We make a little time by travelling beyond Simcoe a wee bit, down a much less travelled Blue Line Road, at the bottom of which, highway #6 leading into Port Dover, and a Big Azz sign reading …


Turning onto highway #6, it’s two wide, wheel to wheel, a slow ride into town in a line of inbound bikes as far as the eye could see. We choosing a small, grassy treed park affording a bit of shade ta park the bikes, and enjoy a wee break afore walking the rest of the way with the street already both sides lined with bikes of all builds, makes, and models. Each one as clean ‘n shiny as the next. The atmosphere of the crowd was such as you could start a conversation with a total stranger as if you’d known ‘em for years. It was as if that self protective barrier what normally keeps us to ourselves in a crowd was broken down by sheer distraction. Unlike typical fairs, and amusement parks, was an absence of the rushing bustle to get to this, that, or ta’ other attraction. One town, one event, and one hundred fifty thousand folk, all on the same ride.

What can one espect to see you ask??? Custom builds, custom Chrome, custom paint, a dazzling cornucopia of eye gawking awe right the way through town. I can’t even begin to tell. Seemingly with each step is a Wow!!, Oh Look!!!, Check this out!!!, and on, and on, and on. I did take camera along, and built an Album for anyone wishing ta have a look see …

~ Crowds, Chrome, & Camaraderie ~ 

Linked to PD-13 Photo Album

I’d say we was there for somewhere’s about four to maybe five hours with a break for fries, and about twenty minutes to get in, through, and out of “On The Fringe” with our ‘bin there, done that’ T-shirts in hand, and hat on head. The walk back up the hill to where we parked, just as sweet seeing plenty of iron what we’d either missed, or what wasn’t there on the way down. A half hour rest when we gets to the bikes, still in the shade thank gawd, and riding out, again in groups, against the influx of bikers what were still filing in for the evening after having put in they’s day’s work. It is after all, a workweek day. Is definitely one ‘a they “had ta bin there” deals ta truly know what ‘Friday Thirteen’ in Port Dover is all about.



Moochyazz Grassyazz Sam …

Hugs ‘n Kisses      





Posted August 17, 2010 by Archie ~Grumps~ in . . . B.S. Adventures

6 responses to “~ PD13, Crowds, Chrome, & Camaraderie ~

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  1. Great pics!! I LOVE it!!

  2. So glad you enjoyed Amy. Thanks for the get-back.Ciao Belle

  3. My pleasure! I totally enjoyed them!! I work with motorcycles all day, and get to see some really cool ones. Those there, have some awesome paint jobs!

  4. My favourite paint theme is the one with the cartoon characters all round it. It\’d be lkke Saturday morning every time ya goes for a ride.Reads as though you work in a dealership Amy. Do tell …

  5. WOW!! What a Deal!! GREAT pics…. Looks like a really fun time. A ton of bikes there and all lookin’ really Good. Glad you have a good weekend. Really something to look forward to each yeaqr!

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