Johnny bear and the giant biker sausage!

I can't be the only person who finds that just a little bit suggestive.


Awww...don't he look cute?

One of the main things that John and I were planning on during our trip to Florida was the "Biketoberfest" that happens every year in Daytona. In fact, it was sort of what we'd planned our trip around. Not that we're huge bikers, mind you, but we do enjoy a good ride from time to time (on motorcycles...keep your mind out of the gutter). And we enjoy, almost as much, the people-watching opportunities that these type of events can provide (read: sometimes there can be hot biker dudes to ogle...and sometimes they ogle back!)


A good view of how busy the street was (and of the fairly hot guy in the forefront of the pic).

One of the cool things about visiting Florida is that John's dad lives only an hour or so away from Daytona, and has several Harleys for us to ride up to the festivities. Which is good, cause I don't think any airline would be accommodating enough to let us check our motorcycles for the flight there.


This is what happens when you let rednecks with too much time on their hands get ahold of a 12-pack and an arc-welder.

We'd been to Bike Week in Daytona in the early part of this year, and came to realize that the Biketoberfest was just pretty much a scaled-down version of it...sort of marking the end of good riding weather for many northern visitors. But there were still choppers aplenty, rednecks in enough tacky leather to make an IML competitor blush, lots of places to buy beer, and more this-makes-me-look-tough-dammnit facial hair growth than you could shake that proverbial stick at. In fact, the only thing that reminded me that we were at a bike-fest and not some big gay street fair was the occasional nearly naked biker-tart slinging drinks to the already stumbling masses.


I'm still trying to figure out what theme he was going for...but at least he carried it through to his helmet!