I could live w/o the dead Hollywood stars on the front; but otherwise this is my fave pink motorcycle so far.
This one seems almost plain compared to some others I have seen.
Sensing a theme here? Pink is my favorite color and I have been Googling pink motorcycles to see if there are any nice ones out there. I like this one. 
Taken from the back-seat on a Harley Ride last Sunday
We are renovating the house at the moment. It is something we seem to do so frequently that one reno job seems to blend into another. The painters just finished painting the interior about a week ago and now the contractor is setting up to add a bathroom in the basement. I don’t have a very good idle speed so waiting for people to turn up (the gas company, the builder) makes me edgy. I make Maureen edgy when I am edgy so she suggested I go for a shot run to kill time (an t get me out of her hair).
It’s a nice sunny clear fall day here so it was not hard to get talked into firing up the Road Glide and hitting the road. The Niagara River Parkway is almost empty this time of year and it sweeping curves are enticing me to crack the throttle and dance the Glide through the 10 km of great ride.
The stock sound system and speakers are no match for my helmet ear flaps and the Rineharts. Maybe one of the Cruiser Customizing friends can point me to a good sounding upgrade. Christmas is coming!
The Falls area is bathed in yellow afternoon sun as I cut away from the parkway. I just axed the Glide and don’t want the mist from the Falls to ruin the wax job. Back near Marineland is a small oasis above the Falls called Dufferin Islands. I stop and park the Road Glide pulling my Nikon D90 out of the saddlebag. The sun and shadows are fantastic. I take several shots then an obliging person sitting in their car having a late lunch enjoy the peace and beauty, offered to take a picture of me with the Harley. I couldn’t resist.
A few more shots and it is past the time to meet the builder. I fire up the Glide and take the back roads out to the main highway and get on the throttle as traffic is moving about 70 mph. The sun is just glorious and I feel great. It is just a short respite from the world of home renos but I will take every minute I get to ride and to shoot photos on such a wonderful fall day.
I'm a new rider and I have multiple bike syndrome already
ThunderRun to Port Dover – November Friday 13th 2009-11-13 photos. Check out more on my Facebook Group - Conscious Living Art
ThunderRun to Port Dover – November Friday 13th 2009-11-13 photos. Check out more on my Facebook Group - Conscious Living Art
ThunderRun to Port Dover – November Friday 13th 2009-11-13 photos. Check out more on my Facebook Group - Conscious Living Art
ThunderRun to Port Dover – November Friday 13th 2009-11-13 photos. Check out more on my Facebook Group - Conscious Living Art
ThunderRun to Port Dover – November Friday 13th 2009-11-13 photos. Check out more on my Facebook Group - Conscious Living Art
6:00 AM – The alarm has not gone off so I shut it off so Maureen can sleep in. Cold! It is 23 F and white frost covers everything. Find the woollies and start layering on clothes. I have to make a 20 mile run to join my fellow HOG members at a Tim Horton’s near Fonthill. Timmies as we call it is a chain of coffee shops like Starbucks but, they sell real artery clogging donuts, there is no one there called a barista; just Helen on the cash and Fred In-Training.
7:20 - I am in the garage putting on my leather neck cover, helmet, and insulated riding gloves. Boomer (my ’06 Road Glide) starts with the first push of the starter. The Rinehart exhaust is singing in the cold air. The cold is burning my cheeks as I clear the village and turn up the wick heading towards the rendezvous. It is 28F.
7:45 – I pull into Timmies about 45 minutes early. Make a note to self: put on the thin inner gloves then the insulated gauntlets or my fingers will be numb at 30 miles. Ordered a bagel/egg/sausage breakfast and a calorie-soaked donut and a large coffee.
8:20 The others begin arriving until all 6 are present and accounted for. As they get a quick coffee, dozens of bikes are rolling past. A continuous roar. It has warmed up to the freezing point.
8:30 – Time to go. I take some shots of Dave’s Bobber he built last winter. Everyone is layered with lots of clothes and don face cover too. We roll out onto the local highway in a tight formation and Nancy in the lead turns up the wick and we are off. Just less than 100 miles away is Port Dover. Someone said the news forecast 12,000 bikes would arrive today for this one day event. The population of this fishing village is 5564. If the estimate is right, the population for the day will be about 3 times more than the number of permanent residents.
9:30 – Bikers are feeding into the route from all directions. Single riders, duos, and groups of 10, 20 or 30. We are toasty warm and making great time. We blow through Dunnville and avoid the main drag knowing the Timmies there will be overloaded with bikers seeking a caffeine hand warmer. Nancy keeps a fast pace and we are riding in a disciplined formation responding to hand signals.
10:05 am – We roll off Highway 6 into the village. The village centre already has a lot of bikes but the side streets are clear. We get prime spots to park behind a restaurant on the main street. A group picture and we are off to the Timmies up the street to warm up and get a coffee charge. It is now a balmy 46 degrees. The air is filled with roar of bikes pouring into the village from both main roads. Every imaginable make and custom jobs too. Cruisers, choppers, trikes, bobbers, crotch rockets and dirt bikes. There are even bikers here from the USA
11:30 – I am waiting for my friend David who has come about the same distance from the opposite direction on his Honda Valkyrie. The parking lot that was half full is over full and bikes now line both side of two main streets for as far as the eye can see. The roar is continuous. Wait; is that a guy in a Santa’s hat and a red thong riding that CB500? David arrives and we go as a group looking for T Shirts and other memorabilia. I bump into Brad who sold me my Sportster last summer. He rode his Ultra down from near Toronto. Soon it is lunch and some of our group line up for the restaurant. It could be an hour’s wait. Dave, Brad and I go in search of street meat.
1:30 – The cops have shut down the roads into town to all vehicles except bikes. . There are continuous lines of bikes 2 abreast streaming into town from both directions. The vendors are out of stuff. They figured November?? Who will come? I head back to see if I can get Boomer out of where I parked. Yep, there is a narrow lane between the metal and chrome. Some of the group left early but now the others return and we begin to suit up.
2:00 – We are on the road out of town. The cops are waving us through and we roll up the hill towards highway 6. We go over the rise and ahead of us a line of bikes 2 abreast stretches as far as we can see and, there are still hundreds more heading into town. Nancy ramps up the speed but hauls it again down as we approach villages along the way. Bikes are along the roadside getting their tickets for missing the reduced speed limits.
3:00 - We roll into Dunnville on highway 3 for a Timmies break and to don our cold gear again. I envy Nancy and Lee with their heated vests and gloves. After a quick pit stop we are off and as we continue on towards Niagara Falls our group is reduced as riders peel off to head for home. Lee and I bail to pick up the road into St Catharines. I am a bachelor for the day. Maureen is away with the grandchildren. I am wiped so I head to Puddy’s bar for a plate of wings and a cold ginger ale before heading home to download pictures from the day and write my blog. I take a shot of the long sleeved T I bought I got the T short to prove I was there.
11:30 – The blog is done and so am I. It seems we hit or exceeded the estimate on attendees the 13th. We all plan to be there next August for the 13th.