Daytona Bike Week 2008
After main street, we cruised up to the Iron Horse Saloon in Ormond Beach
and caught some
very unexciting oil wrestling. Smart money was on the big girl, and after a brief bewb flash, the bigger girl dropped
the tiny girl on her head. Party over! I did find a couple selling the best roasted almonds on the planet... they tasted
just like Apple Jacks. Yum. We hauled ass out of there when the downpours came, but we were still soaked like rats by the
time we got back to Daytona.
On Friday morning we decided to take a "quick" jaunt South to South Daytona Beach and Port Orange to see some of the saloons and mayhem down there. We visited Black Hills Saloon,
the Last Resort Bar and finally back over to Samsula to the Cabbage Patch again. (Black Hills Saloon has a Myspace page but no website that I could find.) The grizzly looking guy was tucked in the back of the Last Resort vendor area and put a super sharp edge on my pocket
knife for a few bucks. It was worth it just to watch him work his magic. I was also surprised to see someone giving
chair massages... (her name is Rita L.) I guess even badass bikers get sore muscles. It was $15 well-spent; highly recommended!
Greg noted that I sure take a lot of pictures of meat. Meat fascination? Meat fetish? I promise there's nothing
phallic going on there. Heh heh. The next to last picture is of the guy cooking up some tasty chicken breast on a stick that became my lunch. I wanted a picture as visual evidence in case I came down with food poisoning. Everything digested properly, so no problems. It was quite tasty actually. The young lady in the yellow top was probably the hottest bartender working the Cabbage Patch; she had her own harem of dizzy biker guys who just stood around quietly in amazement as she did her job.
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