Daytona Bike Week 2008
After hanging around Black Hills, we made the 25 minute ride back to the hotel. In the rain. In the very cold rain. With
nothing but t-shirts and shorts on. Have I mentioned how much that sucked? Mental note to self... take rain gear next time, even if it's just a garbage bag with holes punched through for arms and head!
Saturday was a bit cooler, but at least the sun had popped out once again. It's a good thing since we were running out
of dry clothes to wear. In fact, we stopped at Target so Greg could buy some new shoes and dry socks. Up until that
point, it was slosh slosh slosh with every step.
We cruised North to Ormond Beach again and
hit the Broken Spoke Saloon where we saw a vision of an angel
dressed in a police outfit and sent from heaven... or maybe from Lollipop's Gentlemen's Club in Daytona. At least
that's what we surmised since she kept singing the Chordettes classic tune over and over. In fact, her siren song was so catchy,
and everyone was so mesmerized by her twirling and prancing around on the bar that even the big burly biker guys were
singing along like giddy little schoolgirls. Lollipop, lollipop ohhhh lolli lolli lolli. Just Damn.
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