"Hey I know a cute guy here!" Angie suddenly remembered. She knows them everywhere. We tore up to the Broken Spoke. The german lady at the gate stopped us immediately.

"Where do you think you're going?" She challenged. " I wanna go with you! You girls look like trouble." She gave us a parking spot right near her post and we set out to find Angie's soon-to-be-boyfriend. Men began throwing themselves at her, but she held out until she found Jimmi Bell guitarist for the Diamondback Band. At that point she immediately began making out with him. He reluctantly tore himself away. The other members of the band were on stage playing, waiting for him to join them.

A phone call gave me a mission, so we headed south to the marina to find my buddy Bob. My paint fumed brain cells had forgotten Bob's instructions on finding him. So we went around to the biggest boats in the Marina, asking for Bob. Suddenly every guy's name was Bob. Some of these boats were pretty nice. I wanted to go aboard a few of them, but Angie wouldn't have it. "What if they kidnap us? They can just drive off into the ocean and we'll be toast!"

Meanwhile the Rat Tail Man was ringing Angie's phone every 4 seconds. She had driven him to a friend's home, halfway between his house and Daytona. She felt very bad for the people there, being stuck with Mr. Cheapskate. Plus her return trip ticket and all her clothes, including her leather bustier collection, were at Ratty's house. In her rush to leave, she had forgotten to bring everything with her.

"He'll burn all my stuff if he gets too pissed!" After a long session with the map, she fled back to Ocala.

Friday morning, after several lengthy phone seminars on how to find south by looking at the sun, Angie found the Ranch again. We flew down to the Boardwalk Bike Show, where the bikes glittered in the hot sun as scantily clad women crawled all over them, posing for the cameras.

As the sun set Saturday, I did a photoshoot on a rigid FXR for The Horse. Angie assisted.