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Wow, it's hard to believe another year is written on the pages of history already! Anyway, we left Raleigh at 0-dark-thirty Wednesday AM and made the 7+ hour trek to Daytona just in time to hit Sopotnick's Cabbage Patch. The Patch has never let us down before, and this year was no exception. In Daytona proper, ordinances are fairly strictly enforced.... but the Patch is out in the sticks of Volusia County. Yes, there's cops there, but they take more of a hands-off approach (probably because they don't want to start a riot of pissed-off drunken bikers!) You'll get a ticket for doing a burnout in the street... but not for flashing bewbs.
We swear every year that we're going to get there before there's nothing but bulldozers with granite tits left wrestling in the cabbage pit, but for some reason we never seem to make it on time. Anyway, this year was wasn't so bad... the contestants were a little softer... a lot more feminine. For insurance, Sopotnick had a "dancer" making the rounds. Nice work!