When you think about Daytona Bike Week you obviously think about motorcycles but you also probably think about crowds of party goers, scantily clad women, and overflowing cups of booze.
Well, I’m here to tell you you’re exactly right.
Every year about 500,000 people make their way to Daytona for Bike Week. There’s two destinations – Main Street and Bruce Rossmeyer’s Harley-Davidson. Both locations are typically packed to the gills with bikers and motorcycle enthusiasts. That’s a lot of people!
I’ve been down to Daytona twice for Bike Week and once for Biketoberfest but this was the first time that I’ve actually taken part in any of the festivities. When I left the house Saturday morning, the car was packed for a night in Daytona, Chihuahuas included. After a surprisingly quick 9-hour work day, I was on the road headed South.
Adam and my dad both headed down to Daytona on Friday so I was anxious to join them. But our plans changed when Adam called me Saturday afternoon to let me know he’d blown a tire on the Harley traveling down the highway after having lunch with my dad. Thankfully he was okay, but he’d have to spend the rest of the afternoon repairing the tire so we could head back to Jacksonville on Sunday afternoon.
So, once I got down to Daytona I met up with Dad for dinner at a local hibachi grill and a trip to Main Street, where all the Bike Week magic happens. Logistically the trip down to Main Street is short but due to the amount of traffic, it probably took us twice as long to get down to the action. But at least all that fender-to-fender traffic left time to snap a photo of Dad and I on the bike. Cheese!
I’m kicking myself that I didn’t think to take more photos. But when you’re walking through shoulder-to-shoulder crowds, you don’t want to be That Guy holding up traffic so you can take touristy photos. But here’s a short video clip I took of our ride down Main Street.
We stopped by two bars – a pop-up bar and Boothill Saloon – and made a stop into one of the gift shops so I could buy a souvenir t-shirt. Afterwards, Dad dropped me back at my car before heading out for the night with his friends. I headed to the campground to meet Adam.
The Memorial Wall. Some gave all, all gave some.
I finally reached the campground around 12:30am and Adam was waiting for me at the gate like a father who is waiting for a child that missed curfew. (Okay, okay. So maybe I was supposed to be there around 10:00pm and I showed up a few hours late. Dad is a bad influence!) After hanging out with friends, we finally got to bed around 2:30am. Needless to say, the 9:00am wake up call came early and after saying goodbyes, we were headed back to Jax.
Even though my trip down to Daytona was brief (I mean, less than 24 hours!) it sure was a lot of fun. Bike Week is one of those Bucket List items. If you’re interested in motorcycles, you have to check it out at least once. Let’s just say, I’m not in a hurry to make it down to Main Street again any time soon.
Been there. Done that. Bought the t-shirt.