The hardcore, crack the pavement bikes, were a few miles south of Beach St. at Will's Honky Tonk on Rt 1. It is only on the way to Will's, where you can be riding along and have a savage rigid owned by a notorious wild man, pull up and ride alongside you. I was on my way, when a familiar bike pulled up. I knew the bike from the Smoke Out, but had never met the owner, John Booster. We introduced ourselves at the next light and roared down to Will's. Will's is a cozy place. Many vendors, great food, and the best bands, make Will's more popular each year. The Horse staff was chilling out, doing bike shoots, selling t-shirts, and soaking up the atmosphere.

Main St was the usual zoo. Negotiating down the main drag in town is a good way to judge just how crowded an event is. Friday afternoon, the shuffling pace on Main St was about -2 mph. Tom the German and his ladies were busy selling shirts.

Friday night I had dinner with the Horse staff at the Sly Fox on Rt 1. It was a silly atmosphere, with two tables of staff goofing on each other. English Jim couldn't find any Bambi platters for me, so I had to settle for crab cakes and chocolate peanut butter pie. Hammer razzed me cos I had not brought any sexy women with me. Englishman, Trina and Edge laughed at my stupid jokes, and former Hot Rod Bikes editor, Frank Kaisler watched the whole scene wondering what he'd gotten himself into.

Meanwhile after a wild goose chase on my sporty, I found out that Connie had been wandering the streets starving. She gave up and ordered a pizza in her hotel room. The ringer on her phone was busted and so the desk clerk refused to let the pizza guy in. I arrived just as Connie was tearing the lobby apart. You don't get in between a woman and her food! After the storm died down, the cowering desk clerk told us the restaurant in the hotel was still open. Connie went in and ordered what turned out to be the best veal parmesan sub she'd ever had. The German and his friend Anna came by to hang out. A couple of friends of Connie's came showed up. So while people pushed and shoved elbow to butt cheek on Main St, we all sat bullshitting until 3 am in the peaceful deserted restaurant.

Saturday morning was as perfect as weather gets. I went riding with The Amazons, a ladies club I belong to. We rode the jungle through Tomoka State Park and then wound through spectacular scenery along a curvy canal. We ended up at The Snack Shack up on Ormond Beach. We got seated just as the place turned into a mob scene. Even the bike parking was filled up. All the quiet hangouts in Daytona are being discovered.

The Boardwalk Show was nice, no big time sand blowing around, half naked woman showing off, and there were even some nice bikes.