Imagine, going through life not knowing that not too far away was a cult event.... a cult event that springs up only on Friday the 13th and involves thousands of people. I had no idea of this phenomena, until moving not far from Port Dover and being stunned by the roar of Harley motorcyles heading through town. For five years I said I would go and 'check it out' and didn't. With the impending move, I figured I had better-- now or never!
What a spectacle. What a diverse crowd. A sea of black clothing, my red sweatshirt sticking out like a beacon saying "hey, white-middle-class-chick here to observe the craziness and take pictures"!!! I have never in my life seen the sheer volume of motorcycles. It was incredible! Beautiful machines, shiny, colourful, and many were very artistic. Some, not so much!
The people were interesting. Had I been in the mood, I could have just people watched and taken candids of people. But the gloss and glitter of the 'bikes had me hooked. OOOoooh, how I would love one. The people ranged from the expected biker clubs, the Hell's Angels, but in all honesty-- it was a really 'normal' crowd of people who have a motorcycle hobby. Lets be honest, the average age is 40+ because these bikes and gear are not for the poor! It was an event, one I had a great time at. Next time I go I will be less google eyed and more focused (and will bring a step ladder to get better shots!).