The first week of March and that means the 81st Annual Bike Week in Daytona if you’re in the States. Daytona is a quick 110 miles north of me and a straight shot up I95. This will be my 4th year to visit and the first for Katia. With the pent-up demand post-pandemic, promoters are forecasting that more than half a million bikers this week will converge on Daytona. I’m ready; I just installed a new set of S&S cans on my headers, added some additional chrome spots, and detailed the “King” to showroom perfection.
Bike Week Daytona means a lot of things to a lot of different people. It seems like an adult spring break for most, which has no attraction for me. What I do love, however, is the ambiance, art, and engineering of the event. Tens of thousands of Harleys, the noise, smells, and custom works. The manufacturers’ pavilions, new models, and accessory displays are all lined up, row after row after row, in the shade of the massive Daytona 500 Speedway complex. A tsunami of riders and machines converged together, of which you have nothing and everything in common. There’s a sense of connection and belonging for those who love motorcycles. Best of all, at the end of the day, we can hop back on the King and be home in a couple hours.
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