When I received the invitation to attend the Victory Octane introduction in Daytona, I was pretty stoked since I hadn’t been to Bike Week in a couple of years. Even if you’re not a big rally person, every motorcyclist owes it to themselves to experience the annual gathering of the tribe(s) – if only for anthropological purposes.
Yes, the primary faction is the “biker” in all of its seemingly unwashed glory, but in reality, Bike Week is more than just an excuse for people who love motorcycles, beer, classic rock, black t-shirts, jiggly flesh, and open pipes (and not necessarily in that order) to gather in celebration of spring and the upcoming riding season. Daytona Bike Week allows participants to attend bike shows featuring machinery that costs more than the down payment on your average middle-class home; watch races on flat dirt, bumpy dirt, straight pavement, curved pavement (with banking!), and benches; scour swap meets every day in multiple locations; and witness an assortment of human oddities which range, if history proves to be an example, from coleslaw wrestling to motorcycle demolition derbies.
And then there’s the food. You can experience the breadth of culinary delights from high-brow to low-country – enough to bring your gastrointestinal system to its figurative knees while still putting a smile on your face.
To complicate things, Bike Week has expanded well beyond the Daytona Beach city limits into many of the surrounding towns. Now, it is even more difficult to take part in the whole event. This year I was only at Bike Week for a few days, instead of the entire week, so I missed whole swaths of the festivities – some not for the lack of trying and others out of an unusual modicum of good sense.
So, here they are, the Top 10 Things I Didn’t Do At Daytona Bike Week 2016.
We are not worthy