Wow! Bike week. What can I say? The only tits and ass I saw were on girls that served drinks, which I had to pay for. Why? Because bikers are old and cheap. And what's up with the pussy lite beer? I thought I was in Daytona at bike week not Orlando at Magic Kingdom.
The only thing I got out of bike week was a compelling taste for New Orleans. Don't get me wrong I had a blast with awesome people and would definitely go back. I just thought it would be more crazy than lazy.
There's always Tennessee.