Daytona Bike Week 2008
At the Cabbage Patch bar, you can see on the TV in the bar the massive tornado-generating Hell-storm that was swallowing
the entire state
of Florida. Riding in tornado-strength winds is pretty cool... you lean the bike over at about a 45 degree angle to go
straight ahead. Weeeeeee. We got to see the crazy techo artist guy again working his magic. Pretty amazing what that
guy could do with a few cans of paint in a few minutes.
We tried making a break for the hotel from the Patch. As we were getting on the main road, I started doing a great
high-speed wheelie. It was really great until my $300 prescription Ray Bans flew off
my bare noggin. I told Greg that it
was probably God slapping me upside the head and telling me to stop being stupid. Greg responded that it was
probably God slapping me upside the head and telling me that I'm a little out of practice with my wheelies and
need to do more. Anyway, we weren't going anywhere fast after that since we got caught in a massive downpour that
brought a wicked 15 to 20 degree instant drop in temperature. Brrrrrr.
Instead of making a bee-line back for the hotel like intelligent people, we stopped for shelter back at Black Hills
where we caught the tail end of bikini contest. After the bikini contest, everyone huddled into the steamy bar for more
mayhem, including the infamous beer-opening parrot from past bike weeks. Lo and behold, the oil wrestling girls
from the Iron Horse were there as well causing trouble and mooching dollars for jello shots. We hung around there
for a few hours, completely soaked. No wonder I came down with a sinus infection and bronchitis when we got home. Duuuuh.
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