This is the first Friday the 13th since 1998 that I haven't gone to Port Dover. Last year I saw the light on why not to go again: 1 hour wait at Canada Customs (you would think they would figure out that this happens every Friday the 13th) 2 1/2 hours there, wait in traffic 45 minutes to get close to the town. Walk into the town, squeeze down main street packed in like a sardine, buy a t-shirt and a patch. Get a beer and a sausage. Look at the vendors in the park, all selling the same crap they have sold for the past ten years. Look at the HA posing on the sidewalk in front of the park. Have another beer and sausage. Walk back to the bike to head home. Get stopped on the outskirts of Port Dover at the OPP drunk driving checkpoint. No problems there, just another delay. 2 1/2 hours home.
Started asking myself, why am I doing this, its not fun. At best I have only seen three pairs of bare tits on the best day.
So I stayed home this year, and I don't miss it.
Started asking myself, why am I doing this, its not fun. At best I have only seen three pairs of bare tits on the best day.
So I stayed home this year, and I don't miss it.

