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More fun at the Suck Bang Blow, which also had a burnout pit, mechanical bull, and cage-dancing ladies, then on to the Iron Horse Saloon. The Iron Horse never ceases to amaze me with just the raw number of bikers and debauchery. It seems to have a little harder edge than most of the other Saloons, but maybe that's just my imagination.
After the Iron Horse, we cruised across the street to some more fairground-type tents and miscellaneous stuff. One of the attractions is the new Boot Hill Saloon, which is the same bar that sits atop Main Street in Daytona. (Better there than across the street, since across the street is a cemetery.) There was one bar with nothing but toilet seats surrounding the bar. Two ladies and their guys (not pictured) were stopping to enjoy a smoke and a laugh from their thrones.
Finally we cruised into the Boot Hill Saloon where Greg dared a steak sandwich. He claims it's the best Steak he's ever had under $11.
