I Survived

I survived Port Dover July 2007! I got a t-shirt that says that too, from the Riders Mag, thank you Critter! (I had to do a little work for it but we won't get into that lmao.) What a trip! We were right on schedule, got up at the ass crack of dawn and got all ready, out the door just before 8. Off we went. About half way there the bike started acting up. Mr. Man pulled over into a parking lot of a restaurant. That's a good thing because we were there for 3 hours! He fiddled and fooled with the bike to no avail. He fiddled and fooled with it until it just wouldn't even start. Finally after 2 hours I convinced him to call for a tow. Then it was almost an hour wait. Then a couple of hours driving back home. We sat at home for a few minutes and decided to go to Port Dover anyways, in the car. So it was around 2 when we headed back out. We made it there by 5:30. We had to park in a field a couple of miles outside of town and take a shuttle bus in. Who knew they use school buses and who knew how many people use the service. The buses were running constantly and like the parking lot/field they were packed. We were supposed to meet up with people at Angelos between 2 and 4 p.m. Since it was 5:30 when we got there we didn't meet up with them. We did however run into some folks we haven't seen in about 10 years or more. We had lost contact with them. So numbers were exchanged etc. and then they were off as they had been there all day. The band at Angelos was really good, my kind of music, all AC/DC and the like. We ventured out for a while to buy t-shirts and check out other bands and ran into one of the guys we know from Brothers of the Third Wheel, a trike club. Got our t-shirts and went back to Angelos. We met a nice couple who were from a town near where we live and sat with them for a while. We did bump into a few people we know but kind of just kept drifting around. Mr. Man spilled like 3 beers throughout the evening, don't know what that was about, that's so not like him. The last shuttle bus was at 1 a.m but I think it was around 11 when we packed it in and hopped on the bus. Despite breaking down and all, I'm glad we went back in the car, we had a blast. Apparently Mr. Man was the only one taking any pictures. So here's the bike arriving back home, bitch that it is...







Note the sign on the window lol.


And here's me sitting on a cement stoop at the patio of Angelos. It was the only seating available at the time.






And here's me several hours later after getting a seat at the only picnic table on the patio...

And here's me and Critter still later. Not sure if this was before or after I flashed him and his camera to get a shirt. It only took him 3 years to get me to do it lol!

Ew, lookin rough there.

As I say, I'm glad we decided to go. Otherwise we would have sat at home fighting. I was pretty pissed about the bike. I didn't say a word in the tow truck all the way home, because I was just so pissed off. But we made the best of it and had a great time. Today I'm sad to know we won't be riding again at all for a while. Who knows when Mr. Man will get the bitch running again. Sigh.

Today is all cold and dreary. I'm a bit hungover. And the grass needs to be cut. Back to reality.