Fatfatboy wrote
Up and personal on the photo's. Nice!
I'm envious. Sunshine and cycles. What a dream.
When I went to Bike Week racing was for from my mind. It was bikes, babes, beaches and riding in the sunshine after leaving the cold midwest.
I did go to the track but it was just to stop by venders and get some biker garb. I still have a 6-pack of the HD branded beer and a belt buckle from '92 plus good memories of helping a buddy rebuild his Panhead in the hotel room because push rods aren't supposed to look like an S.
I went in 2016.
We had planned all of 2015 to just drive down the coast.
You know, take 2 weeks and just, ah, enjoy life.
She bailed in mid February, after I told her to start getting her stuff together.
I had squirreled a bit over 4k away, and went anyway.
2 days in a Ford Escape and I was in a cheap hotel in Rockledge.
2 weeks, I hit every major beach from St. Augustine to Vero Beach.
Cheap motels, a pup tent one night, 2 nights in the back of the escape, with the middle weeknd at Daytona, I’ll never forget it.
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