I’m sick of taking pictures. I dislike carrying a camera everywhere I go.
I went down to Daytona Beach this past weekend to check out all the awesomeness that was Bike Week. I must say it was a good time. A few weeks back I asked my buddy Pete if he wanted to head to FL for the event. I promised beer, drunkeness, girls, beer, girls, and drunkeness.. and there might even be a motorcycle or two around.
We rode our bikes down to Savannah GA on Friday and stopped off at Tybee Island. Some RIT kids were throwing a party in a house they rented. We tried to break a land speed record for getting from Raleigh to Savannah. We probably would have if we didn’t get lost like crazy. There is something about cruising at about 100 MPH for extended periods of time (hours) that is just way too frigging fun.
We were at the house party, got a little tipsy you could say, went to Arby’s or some such place.. and watched a bunch of college kids drink and play games with frisbees. Except it was the ultimate team, so no one called it a frisbee, they called them “Disks”
WTF
After getting just a little belligerent we each found a location among the other 20 kids in the same house to pass the F out.
Got up at 9, left for Daytona. Broke more land speed records… got to Daytona traffic around bike week.
Apparently I neglected to tell my grandparents I was staying at their house this weekend. It’s a good thing they were home when I got there 😛
We proceeded to walk to the events down the street, found a booth full of girls in lingerie serving alcohol, and spent the rest of the night there. Of course we walked a round and saw everything else, but we made circles and made sure to always come to the beer tent with the girls in the tightest and smallest pieces of fabric i’ve ever seen dancing on the bar. Good times.
We met a girl, fell in love. Her name is “Shot Girl”
The affair was short lived. She had tequila, she had jack, she was amazing. What more can I say?
We watched a guy hammer nails up his nose. We watched a guy stick a glow stick all the way down his stomach and pull it back out. He threw it into the audience and Pete proceeded to catch it. I swear three people in the audience must have thrown up after that.
We watched the wall of death. One of the cutest girls i’ve ever seen rode a classic harley around the inside of a barrel on the walls. More shots. More semi nude bartenders.
Jen and Derek show up. More shots. More hot bartenders.
We pass out.
Pete goes to sleep in a bed and wakes up in a different room somehow.
We all get up and tour bike week on main street.
T+A
Beach
Hot
Motorcycles
Guy dumps his ZX6R while slowly parking in the IHOP.
“Hey buddy, you’re supposed to have the kickstand down, and you lean to the left.. are you new?”
Wheelies down A1A.
More bikes.
We go home and grandpa has cleaned our motorcycles and prepared us a lunch.
(Grandpa ROCKS)
Head out to Mom’s, get there at 8, eat, repair her RAID array. Pass out.
Wake up at 4AM, leave her place at 5:40AM, get to Raleigh at 3:30PM.
I’m very sore, and very tired. We had lots of fun.
I’ve never ridden my bike for that long, and don’t really plan on doing it again. We were sort of cramped for time so had a pretty tight schedule. I think it would be nice if we could plan a trip with stops every 3 – 5 hours for a night or more.
I cleaned my bike, put it back in the garage, put away all my gear, and now I need to clean 1300 miles of road grime off my body.
The weekend was sunny, hot, and awesome. There were girls all over the place, I got to see my family, got to ride my motorcycle, got to drink with friends.
I can’t wait for next year.