So, Daytona was pretty fun as usual. Ended up riding up by myself after work since nobody else could make it. Forgot how nice it is to ride by yourself sometimes... alone in your thoughts without a care in the world.
|leaving the casa, lightly packed.|
|my bars aren't really bent, but i can't figure out why they are in this picture.|
|"if my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88mph.... you're gonna see some serious shit."|
|Painter used to work with billy and did a lot of fab work around his shop. this be his latest build.|
|Porkchop and Lambchop! Thank you both for the hospitality and the kickass pasta!|
|Cochise! always good to see this man again.|
|i highly advise getting a bicycle horn for your chopper. there isn't much more fun than watching girlies giggle and smile when you toot at them.|
|one big Mickey in the powerlines.|
All in all, it was a pretty good time. Sal, sorry we missed you... we were party poopers in bed early most every nite.
While I was gone, Kevo, Geo, and Boner took a little spin and found Donkzilla....
And then Kevo's bike's kicker gear took a poop.
And if you thought your chopper was long....