Friday the 13th in November wasn't really on my radar screen since I normally don't like to freeze my butt off riding to Port Dover, so when it turned out to be nice I had to scramble to get it together to make the trek. Steve's bike was in the shop so I offered up my newest '78. The only problem was I had it all apart, so I had to bodge it back together to make it rideable and legal for the trip. Pretty was not in the equation.
