Daytona 2006–The Series Part 4
By Bandit |
Past the buildup, glamour, good times and disorderly behavior that could become any Daytona Bike Week, there remains a hallowed biker spirit and place. There’s the true born-to-ride brotherhood and any sacred gathering, a mere parking lot and back patio.
Daytona’s Bike Week can become a banal rerun, common place, we talk of in terms like mainstream. It’s tough to escape the weeklong rat race or re-kindle a forbidding romance. It can be misleading, crowded, and please, keep the family fun along its coastal beachfront pure.
Forget riding and drinking ….much, and those ape hangers you love to style around at the hometown with will get you a ticket quicker than red ants can piss on you. And forget trying to meet and make a new love sign. It’s just too dangerous these days, motorcycles still are safer.
But there’s a biker haven ink joint not far away. A place reeking of locals, babes and rowdies. Voted reader’s choice for East Coast Tattoo shop by numerous industry biker magazines, Willie’s Tropical Tattoo Studio and that parking lot are at 825 Yonge Street. It becomes a natural migration location for chopper freaks and misfits during the annual springtime approval of our lifestyle.
Rolling over to Willie’s Tropical Tattoo Parlor on Thursday afternoon, we go for the low profile, kicked back, incredibly artistic showing of skin ink and vintage iron. The place packs up quickly so if you want to show your sled off, get there early. There’s never a show fee.
Class winners this year were, ( now, dig the name of each class are:
Sportster –Evan Edwards
Panhead- Jim O’Brien
Shovelhead-Wacko Mike
Evo-Nash
Hard-core (Old)- Jean Claude
Hardcore Modern- Pat Patterson
Pre-Skool- Steve Brady
Bad Ass-Tex
“Damn Hot”- Steve Hodges.
Acknowledgment and appreciation like this should never go unnoticed. Willie doesn’t charge for vendor space either but he is eager to see the new custom shops get a chance at the outside viewing area (there’s that parking lot again!) so if you are interested in setting up, you better check with him first.
Willie started this party five years ago so his artists could get to see some of the wickedly cool customs rolling into town every March. The shop itself has been cranking out inksters and fine skin art since the early ‘90s. Willie lost one of his original artists, Mad Jack, to an unfortunate and untimely bike accident. And then three years later, he lost a good friend in Charley Subock.
Willie, who was actually born in Daytona, moved with his folks to Ft. Pierce, Florida in the ‘60s. As a young man he returned to Daytona and married the love of his life, beautiful Jean. They have been together for 26 years and have two wonderful daughters. Willie is the big guy, long seasoned salt and pepper hair, and plenty of tattoos. You can’t miss him. (Ok, so most of the men there resembled that remark…!)
Really, you can’t miss him! Willie enjoys making this a unique experience for the Bike Week throngs. Whether they are from Michigan or Miami, he makes everyone feel welcome. There’s usually an after party-party at Lollipops and countless unscrupulous biker journalists roaming around, looking of that next Kodak moment.
It’s not a big place, the parking lot, just a great place. There are swinging local bands rocking out in the backyard, wild women centerfolds showing what they are most proud of and a the picnic area always full of friendly scooter tramps from all over the country.
It’s a nudge north of Daytona, and what seems like miracle miles away from Main Street, on US Route One, in Ormond Beach. You can find this Daytona tradition set up for both, Florida’s Bike Week and Biketoberfest. Give a call first and confirm the date. Kudos to the people behind the scenes and the seamlessness of the event! It’s all about Willie’s Old Skool party and putts. His is our favorite Daytona Bike Week show. We like to go along for the ride with him anytime!
Can you dig it?
–Katmandu
Daytona 2006–The Series Part 3
By Bandit |
Editor’s note: The following Daytona 2006 report is brought to you by Bob Page, of American Motorcycle 1902. I dislike being dragged into the back stage scenes behind motor companies, but I need to spill the beans. Bob handled Sturgis photography in stellar fashion. He shot every girl who strolled past their Full Throttle booth aboard an American 1902 new model. I was extremely pleased with the half-dressed coverage, but apparently Bob’s partner, a devout family man, Branscombe Richmond was not, as you will see.–Bandit
Daytona Bike Week 2006 was a new experience for all involved. Daytona has now evolved to a venue with several major destination sights involved: From the first Bike Week to featuring Bruce Rossmeyer’s Destination Harley, and the purchase of the adjacent land by the bar and restaurant folks at Suck Bang Blow of Myrtle Beach, along with the nearby bars like the Ironhorse. A lot of activities did shift to Ormand Beach. Main street still rocked both during the day and especially at night, and over the weekends again was restricted to bikes only.
All of the night action happened along Main or at the bars in Ormand Beach. Beach street was also a buzz, but a significant number of vendors have left Beach street for other locations. There was an obvious change in the number and quality of vendors along the five blocks of Beach Streets vendor row this year. The Speedway saw a huge increase in vendors as now it is not just a destination for Demonstration Rides, but a viable marketing venue for motorcycles, trailers and haulers, motor coaches, and related products. All the major motorcycle brands had some form of presence at the speedway this year. From all conversations though, vendors were happy with this years event and sales were strong throughout the Daytona markets.
Traffic, as always became a major problem throughout the Daytona and especially around Ormand Beach. Destination Daytona was a gridlock most of the time during the day, and traffic management has not addressed the access problems associated with 500,000 people visiting that location during the week. With the continued expansion of Destination Harley to its full 153 Acres traffic will only get worse and Ormand Beach and Bruce Rossmeyer will have to address this very significant problem.
The other obvious issue with Destination Harley is their need to get more vendors and activities that carry people over into the night time hours. This Bike Week everything was shut down there by 7PM, and the crowds shifted to other locations along the coast.
Accidents were a major issue this year in Daytona. It was felt that since we had a full two weeks of absolutely awesome riding weather that more people were out riding and visiting the area. It is also seen that the spreading out of the venues causes more people to spend more time traversing the area going from event to event…thus more miles are being driven. But the sad news was that at the end of Sunday night there were 18 reported fatalities related to bike week, the highest on record.
Defensive driving on any motorcycle is imperative, and especially obvious was a report on Saturday that stated that the first 13 fatalities were all directly related to motorcycles and automobiles being involved together in those fatal accidents.
Easyriders Events was featured at Destination Harley with a 30,000 sq ft tent that showcased all the best builders in the industry today as they celebrated the 35th Anniversary of their publications. All the famous names in the business were showcased.
The Rat’s Hole Show again drew big crowds, and tons of amazing motorcycles as shown in the photo’s. The diversity of the industry was easily seen in the show as it featured more traditional customs, exotic creations, trikes that were amazing creations, motorcycle as art, and old school.
Daytona set off another motorcycle season with a bang. The perception was that everyone left there happy, and the industry felt good about an event that showed we were moving ahead from last seasons lack luster results.
American Motorcycle 1902 presented its new line of motorcycles at Daytona Bike Week 2006 with great success. Picking up a significant number of new dealers during the show really set the stage for an exciting year at AMC1902. The rides that got the most attention were AMC’s new Apache Bagger, the Ol School Bobber, and the amazing new ProStreet 300.
The Apache Bagger was also selected as “the only” OEM motorcycle to be featured at the 35th Anniversary Easyriders show tent at Destination Harley. It was an honor to have a production motorcycle selected, and invited, to participate with the best builders in the world at such a prestigeous event. Our hat’s came off to Doug, Rick, and the rest of the gang at the factory for pulling off one amazing motorcycle. Mike Corbin chimed in after seeing the finished product to say “that it truly is a motorcycle that the market needs”…it is after all perhaps the first OEM custom bagger offered in the market today.
The Renegade SE was also invited to be a featured bike at the Rat’s Hole show. Given a prominent spot as consumers came into the venue it created a lot of comments over the amazing quality for an OEM motorcycle.
Branscombe Richmond had the opportunity to also be invited to the Freeway Magazine Builders party where a good time was had by all. Freeway is a French publication that showcases the worlds greatest builders, and having the opportunity talk, share idea’s, and spend time with some of Europes greatest builders was enjoyed by all.
All in all the event was a huge success for American Motorcycle 1902, and we look forward to next years Daytona Bike week with great anticipation.
Daytona 2006–The Series Part 2
By Bandit |
The Seminole Hard Rock Roadhouse kicked off the 2006 Tour at Bruce Rossmeyer’s Destination Daytona during a weather-perfect Daytona Bike Week.
On Friday, March 3rd, the Hard Rock Bikes were unveiled to an awestruck audience. The four bikes, through metal, paint, and attitude, truly represented and displayed the unparalleled level of artistry and engineering of each uniquely talented bike builder. Anyone can enter to win one of these Hard Rock bikes for FREE along with 5 Trips to the Hard Rock at www.HRroadhouse.com!
Paul Cox and Keino, Indian Larry Legacy (Brooklyn, NY) – The talented duo of Paul and Keino pulled out all the stops by combining a shovelhead motor, twisted downtube, girder front-end solid disc rear wheel and laced front wheel. Not wanting to stop there the pair created some one-of-a-kind metal work on the tank and fenders. Tiny details are many including an Indian head penny Paul worked into his seat for their homage to the Seminole Tribe.
Eric Gorges, Voodoo Choppers (Detroit, MI) – Eric stayed true to his roots by combining today’s latest technology with lines from yesteryear. The sparse sheet metal covered with gold-flake not only showcased his talents, but the low-lean lines of the digger-style bikes from the past. This bike is an excellent example of the craftsmanship and exquisite metalwork he’s become recognized for.
Gard Hollinger, LA County Choprods (Marina Del Rey, CA) – Gard’s bike boasted innovative design features along with his Retro-Modernistic styling. Included on this bike is Baker Drivetrain's first ever production TB5 Torque Box transmission (Serial #001). A high-tech piece that looks right at home when combined with PM’s open-belt drive S&S Shovelhead motor and ISR hand controls.
Aaron Greene, Paramount Custom Cycles (Reno, NV) – Aaron's engineering skills became apparent the moment he rolled his single-sided, rigid frame scoot onto the display stand. The bike is complete with a first-ever 26-inch front tire and custom wheel combination. Coupled with ape-hangers, Dual carbs, and clean lines this bike's ready for anything.
The Roadhouse, as always, created a rock’n atmosphere of high-energy. Discovery Channel’s Biker Build-Off series, after a year-long hiatus, filmed the opening show for the 2006 season featuring Kevin Alsop of Big Bear Choppers and Ivy Trosclair of Metry Cycles. The winner of this David vs. Goliath match was announced on the Roadhouse stage. Make sure you tune in this spring to see who wins.
In traditional Hard Rock fashion, the builders, sponsors, and celebrity guests, sacrificed their valuable time to judge 3 Bikini Pageants held on the Hard Rock Roadhouse stage during the week. Three titles were awarded including Miss Destination Daytona, Miss Coca-Cola, and Miss Vault (a new Coke Product) among a line-up of some Florida’s hottest hotties.
The Roadhouse is a favorite hangout to custom bike-builders from everywhere – you never know who you’ll see. Throughout the week, there were plenty of celebrity Ride-Ins and Burn-Outs by fan favorites…Billy Lane, Arlen and Cory Ness, Eddie Trotta, Kendall Johnson, Jesse Rooke, Roland Sands, the list goes on.
The next stops on the Tour are Austin ROT Rally (June 1-4), Laconia Bike Bash (June 14-18), BiketoberFest (October 19-21), and Ft. Lauderdale’s Christmas Toys in the Sun Run (Dec 10).
Three-year title sponsor of the Roadhouse, The Seminole Hard Rock Hotel & Casino is a destination for rock n’ rollers from across the nation. The 86-acre resort in Hollywood, Florida, located between Miami and Ft. Lauderdale is pure paradise, featuring a colossal 130,000 sq. ft. casino, a lush 4-acre lagoon tropical pool area, a legendary Hard Rock Café, sensational European-style spa and fitness center, and the famous Hard Rock Live concert hall. Seminole Paradise, South Florida’s newest entertainment destination for savvy shopping, delicious dining, and explosive entertainment offers a little something for everyone, both day and night.
Other Roadhouse sponsors include HOT BIKE Magazine, Budweiser, S&S Cycle, Performance Machine, Baker Transmission, Bikernet.com, and Keyboard Carriage.
Daytona 2006–The Series
By Bandit |
Editor’s Note: Get ready for the Bikernet 2006 Florida Bike Week Reports. We’re going to run these bastards in a flurry of blithering complaints and jealous babbling. Hell, I could snivel ‘cause I wasn’t there, while the next guy will make me feel worse ‘cause he did attend and the weather was terrific. I don’t know if the reports will be long or short, terrific or promotional bullshit, but I’ll deliver them to you as fast as I can. This year we’re fortunate to bring you new takes, new photos and new angles. Hang on.
The Motorcycle Industry Prospective
by Maxwell Smart
Patrick Cusse Photography
Here is my take on what I saw in Daytona from anindustry perspective. Sorry this took, myhardrive got smoked today, so I am working off afriends computer.
One word that sticks out when I look back on the stateof the V-Twin industry in Daytona is television. Itseems that everyone is trying to get a TV show goingor is going to be on one or knows someone who is goingto be on one. All it shows me is that the industry isgoing more mainstream.
However, there was definitelysome recognition at the V-Twin Bikers Ball for someserious innovators. This included Roland Sands beingrecognized as trend setter of the year, Mike Puglieseand “Knucklesandwich” being recognized as bestfabricated bike, Bruce Mullins of Skunkworks beingrecognized for best custom bike and Ron Finch gettingthe lifetime achievement award. None of these arecookie cutter bikes and it just shows that there arepeople out there on the cutting edge still trying topush the envelope.
As far as traffic goes in Daytonait seemed like there were more people than ever andthat Destination Daytona definitely drew a crowd. Ichecked out the new Hardrock bikes and they were allequally amazing. Hats off to those guys!
When I talked with everyone about sales it seemed likeeveryone was down for the year and they were hoping tomake up for it over the next few months. Even some bigname builders seemed to be struggling but themanufacturers have really stepped up their game andare proffering great financing and some killer bikes tothe consumer, so it's hard to justify the custom bikeprice. There were lots of rumors…but I will leavethose up the knitting circles.
Daytona 2006 Outside Antique Motorcycle Event
By Bandit |
Antique Motorcycle Club of America’s Nationals
Linda Manernini and I headed up on Saturday to spend the evening with friends and enter her 1955 Harley-Davidson in the bike show that finalizes the meet on Sunday. This was my tenth year attending what we just bleat out as “Eustis”. I was bitten by the antique motorcycle bug in 1980 when I met my first ’55 Pepper Red Panhead. Linda’s bike was also shown this year in a lovely pepper red, reminiscent of the fifties.
The Sunshine Chapter of the American Antique Motorcycle Club of America presented another dazzling weekend of the most strange and fascinating motorcycles in the world. This was their 41st Annual national meet and the first national of the 2006 season. Returning for the 11th year to the Lake County Fairgrounds, it opened the doors to members and motorcycle enthusiasts alike. The sunshine came on like gangbusters Friday morning and never let up until the packs headed to the mobs of March in Daytona Beach for Bike Week.
There’s a swap meet at the heart of its existence. The antique club members are the vendors. Motorcycles and rare parts are available, if they are older than 1971. Sadly, there is no camping anymore, and while the rules say no pets, it’s always cool to meet the dogs at the different vendor slots. If you want to get in on the good used stuff, you should arrive on Friday, early.
I met a lot of new friends this year and bought a few trinkets from the old timers who set up booths and boxes year after year, hoping to go home with travel expenses and gasoline paid for. I don’t think these older gents are in it for the money. It’s always been for the love of the sport.
We arrived around noon on Saturday along with the curious who drift in from the lure of Bike Week. We don’t partake in the Road Ride, coordinated by the irascible John Bowman, since it leaves the grounds rather early Saturday morning and goes for many miles throughout the Marion and Lake county roads. There are field games and plenty to see at this meet. I spent hours looping through the grounds, camera ready, handshakes and business cards handy. Linda is content to sip a cold one and watch the wheels go by.
We left for our hotel room at dusk, with Timmy and Barb Roberts on their restored 1942 UL. Timmy will go on to win the Antique Class at the Ride-In H-D show at the Expo by the beach, but that’s looking into the week’s future, we’re still being slick about the past!
It’s the Sunday show that I wanted to write to you about since it had been years since I stayed to watch the exquisite machines pair up and march off with a simple wooden trophy with a name on it.
The classes in the show are set up by years. Class One was titled “Through or up to 1919”. This is where the time machines get really strange. The 1918 Reading Standard, owned by David Leithner of Auburn, Michigan, garnered most of the attention. Splendid in its original condition, this motorized bicycle-like machine took the trophy it sought and looked good in our group shots. David was a good sport and the bike, like all of these motorcycles, runs like a top!
Class Two is 1920 through 1929. We liked the maroon 1931 Henderson KJ best and there were other very unusual restorations. Class Three; 1930 through 1939 showed a 1936 Zundapp, a nicely restored Germany army bike. The judges came over and swarmed the 1936 EL Knucklehead, dressed in the unusual colors of warm gray and soft brown. First year Knuckleheads are scrutinized with little mercy for the ever-changing minds at the factory in the thirties. Steve Slocombe’s 1935 Military VL was considered as one of the most special beasts on display. This bike had actually seen combat in the world wars and survived to show up this weekend.
Class Three has 1940 through 1949 and impressed us much with the restorations of Ray Miller’s 1941 Police Harley-Davidson, superb in silver with its fire extinguisher and Red Cross bandage box. Hal Krohn, from Grant Florida, had his beautiful 1949 Indian Scout in the running and son Kevin flew in from southern California to support his dad at the show.
Class Four was 1950 through 1959 and the competition for most unusual motorcycle had to be between the 1950 Model 3 Mustang Wagon and the Indian Utilitarian Trike. I loved the bright Hi-Fi Yellow 1954 Panhead, and yes, Linda’s 1955 “Hummer”. The scooter family laced our entire weekend with size envy and great joy that the littlest bikes get big recognition at this rally.
Finally, Class Five had the most diverse populace, covering 1960 through 1971. Here are Harleys, Triumphs, BMW, and Ed Vailabcourt’s 1963 NSU Max, another strange smooth lined animal gracing our afternoon. Tim Gall’s 1963 Mustang, George Quinn’s 1960 sky blue Cushman Eagle, Michael Thomson’s 1963 HD Sprint and Clive Taylor’s 1967 T100 Triumph amaze the mind and lather the senses. The Electra Glides in Blue came on strong since Shovelheads are now allowed in and some of these came with their original owners.
The newest class added to the AMCA program is called Period Modified. Mike Shaffer, from Leesburg Florida showed us his 1950 Panhead, modified with a modern Springer and lots of love. Two stately late model Indians also graced this class but they looked very stock, despite minimal exhaust modifications and the ridden hard veneer.
Once a bike has won its Junior and Senior Status with the meet judges, (points are coveted, not so much the trophy) the bikes that attend the meet are shown in what’s called the Winner’s Circle. Once there, you no longer need to show it for points. Here we found Timmy’s 1942 UL along side Garrett Bekker’s 1956 TRW 500cc Triumph, a Canadian Military issue that now lives in Wantage, New Jersey. It took six years to build and doesn’t go fast, but it is history right in front of our eyes and we liked it!
The AMCA is grateful to efforts and dedication provided by its members to make this experience the clandestine sensation that it is. So cherish each moment. Remember where we came from and ride with the wind!
90 Miles To Cuba
By Bandit |
A Scarlet Macaw torpedoed a calm Royal Palm, slashing open the peach underbelly of the virgin dawn, coming in fast, yawing hard, an expert move by an experienced flier, his red vanishing into the sunrise-tinted green as he pierced the spherical frond canopy at speed. The red dart was halted somewhere within the dome of arcing emerald and the grand bird did not exit the other side as its velocity indicated it would have had to have done. The cocky screech that followed made it clear the landing was a success, even easy.Scarlet Macaws, are a sign of luck, I told myself as I pushed down the dual compression release buttons on the opposing jugs of the Special Agent Zebra Express. A close double hiss spit sand against the snare drums as the release valves shoved shut, a serious sound swiftly followed by a rubbery double thump that slammed the humidity up against the walls of the garage at the Republic of Literature in the aquatic Miami morning. The 240-chopper bellowed to life, a fighting bull entering the ring, a prizefighter awakened suddenly, startled, wide-eyed, big, brash, swinging wildly.
For a moment I sat on the rumbling machine, allowing its rhythm to meld with my own, allowing myself to settle into the steel, rearrange my molecules so as to shift from man to machine, then partway back to man again.
The Royal Palm spit a bolt of red heat lightning into the atmosphere.
U.S. 1, or “Useless One”, as dubbed by natives of Miami, is the one road leading south toward Key West. It was open, broad backed, relatively free of Car People and cool. The lack of traffic caught my eye. The cool breezes caught my skin.
Mitch “Big Fish” Pheffer, a man credited with dragging some 74 men out of 80-foot seas and onto rescue tugs during the storming of a doomed and sinking oil barge in the disobedient Gulf of Mexico by the unkempt whore, Hurricane Roxanne, was waiting on me to the south at the gateway, the gateway to the Key islands that drip in drops off the rain-soaked tip of South Florida. We’d ride to Key West together for the Key West Poker Run.
“Zebra,” Big Fish said cheerfully, extending a hand as I rolled up. “Good to see you. Would you look at this weather? What a great day for a ride.” Big Fish was mounted similarly to myself, on a Thunder Mountain Custom Cycles (TMCC) 240 Blackhawk chopper. Fish ran the show for TMCC up in the north country, in Loveland, Colorado. He was the General Manager, or the General of the Infantry, some sort of officious title that meant he worked long and hard and got most of the blame and handed the credit for any victories to the owner.
It’s an unusual event, the Key West Poker Run. Not unlike the final Key island for which it’s named, the run is mildly disorganized, there’s no real schedule, riders leave whenever they feel like it, they arrive Friday or Saturday or maybe even Sunday. Some arrive early, on Thursday. Some stay in Key West and never return to the mainland, but instead fall in love with a sailor, or a pretty girl from South America, or, on Key West, both. Key West is that way. Clocks coast to stops.
Shoes wear out slower, from lack of use. Ambitious moss paints the west sides of houses and buildings a velveteen green. Palms gossip in encoded Morse code messages with one another with each sigh of the placid Atlantic that holds the island up. Hemingway’s ghost wanders through the minds of locals and tourists alike, pondering suicide, still trying to write that one true sentence. Nobody hurries…
We’d left early. Avoid the traffic. That was the game. Smell the sea salts on the morning air. And the natural sulfur. A lot of Americans have ridden motorcycles across the large landscapes of this country. But few, comparatively, have ever ridden across the Atlantic. When you ride to Key West, you spend a greater amount of time riding over water than you do riding over the islands.
How many Keys are there, I wonder, as myself and Big Fish do the gasoline waltz, twirling wheels, pirouetting bearings, pounding pistons.
The islands run southwest from the mainland, linked by a single, delicate strand of asphalt strung between pillars. It takes 110 miles of Overseas Highway to get down to the bottom, the end, the Southernmost Point of the U.S.A., the southwestern-most Key, Key West. The average speed is 40. The speed limit is 45. You can throw 6th gear away. Marathon Key is only halfway there.
The ride makes you healthy again. It rids you of wrong and “no” and maybes. Key West is real, tangible, quiet, something you can touch and absorb, lacking in hectic confusion, and at the same time dreamy, a good idea on oiled chrome balls, it creates the sense that it could slip away at any time and cause a great sense of loss. But then all good things are worrisome in the sense that they might one day become a good thing lost. It is independent, even from the islands above it, the youngest, or maybe oldest child of large family with a personal sense of style and wit that seems to defy obvious genetics. There is no north in Key West. There is only Key West, and “up there”. 2 miles by 4 miles. 27,000 residents. All tan. All with time to spare.
Succession from the Union occurred on 23 April, 1982, after the U.S. Border Patrol blockaded the Keys with a “border”. Mayor Dennis Wardlow, responded by leaving the Union, declared War, then immediately surrendered, demanding Foreign Aid; the Conch Republic. The coconuts are free.
Duval Street, it’s lined with hat stores, restaurants, bars, shops, some interesting, some crammed with plastic doodads not worthy of a fire, most converted from large, Victorian houses. Duval is the main street, the center of attention in a town that tries to avoid attention. There’s Sloppy Joe’s, a “famous” bar, big and empty in the belly, a hungry fat man, with music on one end of the open warehouse; reminds a man of Tipitina’s in New Orleans.
Ernest Hemingway– he was a writer– and a decent one at that, made Joe’s famous by using it as a place to take writing breaks. His house wasn’t far from there. A few blocks. Just enough to clear the head. He used to walk over and drink, have lunch, make notes. He wrote a nice book on fishing. That was after Paris. After the sun also rose. After the big war. After the 20’s roared.
The Iguana bar is a few steps south. I think it was south. A local’s place. Real nice. Not as crowded. At least during the poker run.
Captain Tony’s Saloon, oldest bar in Florida. Beer’s coldest there.If you go to the end of Duval, near the sprawling hotel where Big Fish bunked, and hang a left, there’s a cigar shop that has fine smokes. Prices are good.
What is the Key West Poker Run, I wondered, sitting, smoking a nice cigar while Big Fish sweat and hustled. He was trying to sell motorcycles to thickset men with moneyed bellies and deserving airs, men who all individually believed their financial might made them significant, crucial even, worthy of something, though they probably couldn’t tell you what. Dirk Peterson, who runs the show, told me the run was to raise money for a charity. All the money is given away. Which is nice, I thought to myself as I noted the raised diver’s helmet on Big Fish’s belt buckle. Big Fish was more relaxed in this environment, surrounded by the ocean he loved to sit under.
“There were times, when I was diving,” he later told me over a drink as the sun burned into the sea, “I’d just sit down there, in the darkness, the sound of my own breathing putting me in this weird sort of trance. You’re so removed from man down there. The big fish, they’d come up sometimes and lean against you, like you were their friend or something. It was so peaceful.”
The Key West Poker Run is a charity. But who puts in the money, I wondered. Supposedly you register before rolling down. Some actually do it. Most just ride down.
A subtle rain. I go walking while Big Fish and Doug put away the motorcycles for the evening. My residence for the long weekend is a bed-and-breakfast over near the big cemetery. In the night you notice that Key West isn’t as illuminated as the average city.
Dinner at a small place with massive ceiling fans that wave for attention in vain under an unusual amount of air conditioning. The close, warm air is a relief when I exit. Walking, smoking another cigar. There are no real events in the poker run, beyond the main event, relaxing on the island. Which may well be the best event I’ve ever encountered at a motorcycle rally.
In the street, near a man rolling tobacco leaves into cigars with juice-stained fingers, several women were topless and one was wearing nothing, but leather sandals, chatting with the local cops, who seemed unfazed by the bare women. Which is how it should be really.
In a doorway of a local shop was Mercy, looking bored, watching the bikes with a half-hearted longing. Ethiopian, copper colored, lean, with the handsome look Ethiopian women all bear. She’d never ridden a motorcycle in her twenty-some years, she admitted, watching the long chops as they rolled motionlessly past on rolling black rings that were all but obscured by the darkness.
Tomorrow night. At midnight. That was the plan. I’d take Mercy on her first ride.
Morning. Breakfast. We only enjoyed the sunshine for a brief period. Big Fish was there to sell motorcycles. Doug, one of his men, had brought down a long trailer of motorcycles. Keep ‘em polished, answer the questions, throw a tent up when it rains. And it always rains. Afternoon, when it gets hot and the day gets sluggish, confused, baffled by its own heat, then it comes, dark off the Atlantic, smooth, rain that falls with practiced regularity. Nobody pays attention to the rain in the Keys. Only the tourists try to avoid falling water.
The hotels in Key West down near Duval work well. They’re clean. Most have expensive views of the ocean. But I think a man should stay in the small bed-and-breakfast spots instead. Old homes converted to stay-awhiles provide a quiet spot to toss your gear bag and catch the Key West bug. It’s a bug you want. Gets into your veins and the fabric of your skin, under the paint of your motorcycle, a bug that slows you down, relaxes the stiff skeleton, discharges the spinal chord.
“There’s a pirates’ museum,” Big Fish told me as I strolled up. I’d bought a new linen shirt at a local store and was enjoying how lightly it sat on my shoulders. “We have to go see it.”
“Wouldn’t it have been great to be alive then,” Big Fish asked, admiring Blackbeard’s pistols. “Can you imagine?”
Midnight, Mercy was ready to ride in typical Key West attire, shorts and sandals.
“Don’t touch the pipes,” I warned her casually. “I’ll only say it once, so as not to reduce the significance of the warning. Otherwise, you burn yourself. Where would you like to go, on your first ride?”
Mercy pointed over my left and right shoulders as we rolled along. Occasionally I would hear her saying from behind, in her light, girlish voice, “This is so beautiful. No wonder everybody likes these things.”
We rode the big road, on the east side of the island. It arcs around the island, rides right up against the sea. 100 miles out, a young hurricane named Katrina glowed and popped with power, long tendrils of electric might and color fingering gigantic black thunderheads that silhouetted starkly against the flawless full moon. There are never hurricanes on the moon.
Standing by the roadside, we chatted as infinite waves gently slapped the concrete a few feet below us, trying to get us to watch them.
“Have you ever seen lightening like that?” I asked.
“No. In Ethiopia we never have this kind of storm. We don’t have hurricanes. They’re so beautiful.” A mountain range of clouds thousands of feet high glowed internally in response, then went black again. “Your motorcycle is incredible. I love riding it.”
“Why the name Mercy?”
“My father was a spy. He was set for execution the day I was born. Then, with no explanation, they released him.”
“Why Key West?”
A large stingray soared four feet out of the water and slotted silently back into the silvery mass without so much as a ripple in the gleaming distance.
“It’s so warm,” Mercy said. In the full moonlight she looked like dusted mercury. “And the storms just always seem to go around you when you’re in Key West.”
Far, far in the distance, I could see what looked like a small rowboat coming in from the storm, with a single old man at the helm.
–Special Agent Zebra
Key West
September, 2005
“There were times, when I was diving,” he later told me over a drink as the sun burned into the sea, “I’d just sit down there, in the darkness, the sound of my own breathing putting me in this weird sort of trance. You’re so removed from man down there. The big fish, they’d come up sometimes and lean against you, like you were their friend or something. It was so peaceful.”
The Key West Poker Run is a charity. But who puts in the money, I wondered. Supposedly you register before rolling down. Some actually do it. Most just ride down.
A subtle rain. I go walking while Big Fish and Doug put away the motorcycles for the evening. My residence for the long weekend is a bed-and-breakfast over near the big cemetery. In the night you notice that Key West isn’t as illuminated as the average city.
Dinner at a small place with massive ceiling fans that wave for attention in vain under an unusual amount of air conditioning. The close, warm air is a relief when I exit. Walking, smoking another cigar. There are no real events in the poker run, beyond the main event, relaxing on the island. Which may well be the best event I’ve ever encountered at a motorcycle rally.
In the street, near a man rolling tobacco leaves into cigars with juice-stained fingers, several women were topless and one was wearing nothing, but leather sandals, chatting with the local cops, who seemed unfazed by the bare women. Which is how it should be really.
In a doorway of a local shop was Mercy, looking bored, watching the bikes with a half-hearted longing. Ethiopian, copper colored, lean, with the handsome look Ethiopian women all bear. She’d never ridden a motorcycle in her twenty-some years, she admitted, watching the long chops as they rolled motionlessly past on rolling black rings that were all but obscured by the darkness.
Tomorrow night. At midnight. That was the plan. I’d take Mercy on her first ride.
Morning. Breakfast. We only enjoyed the sunshine for a brief period. Big Fish was there to sell motorcycles. Doug, one of his men, had brought down a long trailer of motorcycles. Keep ‘em polished, answer the questions, throw a tent up when it rains. And it always rains. Afternoon, when it gets hot and the day gets sluggish, confused, baffled by its own heat, then it comes, dark off the Atlantic, smooth, rain that falls with practiced regularity. Nobody pays attention to the rain in the Keys. Only the tourists try to avoid falling water.
The hotels in Key West down near Duval work well. They’re clean. Most have expensive views of the ocean. But I think a man should stay in the small bed-and-breakfast spots instead. Old homes converted to stay-awhiles provide a quiet spot to toss your gear bag and catch the Key West bug. It’s a bug you want. Gets into your veins and the fabric of your skin, under the paint of your motorcycle, a bug that slows you down, relaxes the stiff skeleton, discharges the spinal chord.
“There’s a pirates’ museum,” Big Fish told me as I strolled up. I’d bought a new linen shirt at a local store and was enjoying how lightly it sat on my shoulders. “We have to go see it.”
“Wouldn’t it have been great to be alive then,” Big Fish asked, admiring Blackbeard’s pistols. “Can you imagine?”
Midnight, Mercy was ready to ride in typical Key West attire, shorts and sandals.
“Don’t touch the pipes,” I warned her casually. “I’ll only say it once, so as not to reduce the significance of the warning. Otherwise, you burn yourself. Where would you like to go, on your first ride?”
Mercy pointed over my left and right shoulders as we rolled along. Occasionally I would hear her saying from behind, in her light, girlish voice, “This is so beautiful. No wonder everybody likes these things.”
We rode the big road, on the east side of the island. It arcs around the island, rides right up against the sea. 100 miles out, a young hurricane named Katrina glowed and popped with power, long tendrils of electric might and color fingering gigantic black thunderheads that silhouetted starkly against the flawless full moon. There are never hurricanes on the moon.
Standing by the roadside, we chatted as infinite waves gently slapped the concrete a few feet below us, trying to get us to watch them.
“Have you ever seen lightening like that?” I asked.
“No. In Ethiopia we never have this kind of storm. We don’t have hurricanes. They’re so beautiful.” A mountain range of clouds thousands of feet high glowed internally in response, then went black again. “Your motorcycle is incredible. I love riding it.”
“Why the name Mercy?”
“My father was a spy. He was set for execution the day I was born. Then, with no explanation, they released him.”
“Why Key West?”
A large stingray soared four feet out of the water and slotted silently back into the silvery mass without so much as a ripple in the gleaming distance.
“It’s so warm,” Mercy said. In the full moonlight she looked like dusted mercury. “And the storms just always seem to go around you when you’re in Key West.”
Far, far in the distance, I could see what looked like a small rowboat coming in from the storm, with a single old man at the helm.
–Special Agent Zebra
Key West
September, 2005
Grumpys Island Shop Opening
By Bandit |
As every 4th of July week end crept up, we roamed around Oahu. Yes, Oahu as in the Hawaiian islands. It's always fun to manage cruising the island, surf a bit and just hang out with many friends who we have increased in numbers thru the years. The only downside to this (which is not a downside really), is that everyone wants to welcome you, to invite you here or there, to make you feel welcome.
As time waits for no one (as far as I know no one has invented the 25 hour day) we were limited on what we could do, for the first time in Hawaii. The weekend was full of events, Anniversary parties, shows and shop openings, mix that with the daily ride, surfing, mayhem, chasing chicks or tourist duty and it can get kind of hectic. On the other hand there’s nothing in the world like Hawaii. The island colors are spectacular, the coast line is a surfer’s dream, the sun shines constantly and I won’t attempt a devine description of the women. I could never do them justice.
But what the fuck, friends are friends. I slid my surfboard beside my hotel room bed and hit the road.
I met Nui during one of my bike show trips. His unique bike caught my attention. I later learned to called it a “Local Boy”. It’s the epotime of the home brewed custom from the Hawaiian Islands. My curiosity led me to further search on the why's, and who developed the tradition and built them. How come they grabbed this unique riding style and unique configuration? Nui was the man, my first Island Boy Connection, since he had a classic and built classics.
After leaving the islands our communication kept link grew via e-mails and phone calls. An island dweller myself, Puerto Rico, my search for the origins of the “Local Boy” was strong. Meanwhile Nui at Grumpy's kept building more Local Boy examples. My interest piqued to the point of fighting over for an article, because I wanted these bikes to be featured and the world enjoy them as thoroughly as I did.
So as brothers speaking a certain language, not understood by outsiders, yet from some demented realm, we built a friendship and respect over bikes, the Hawaiian language and many codes and cultures in common that Island people come to understand. The Island Boy Code Of The Oyster Shell.
KAHU Members, Jim R., Danny P., Doug & Julie P.
Ya see the Island boy style began shortly after WWII. A lot of bikes were left on the islands after the war. Island bikers faced rough curvy roads to navigate and a costly problem shipping new products into the middle of the Pacific. Island brothers build bobber-styled classics bikes with suspension for the roads and short front ends for weaving roads and traffic. A unique style emerged with old stock parts and bikes.
So I rolled onto Oahu for another year, (I mean Summer of 2005), and got a call from Nui. They were opening a shop down in Kailua. It's cool to hear about friends being successful and opening their own shops. I know and live the heartache and hopes that make a shop fly.
A couple of nights into the trip Johnny Chop and I hopped on our Cycle City loaner bikes and headed over to see the new space for Grumpy's Customs, looking forward to the cool , crisp ride over the Pali Valle, as much to say hi to our friend, as anything else. Of course like any other shop that’s about to open, it was a hustle and bustle of activity, Flooring, building work space, installing tools and everything else was slammed into the fleeting hours ahead. We simply looked around, exchanged Alohas, and took off, so the guys could finish their job.
A couple days later the actual grand opening took place. We jammed around the island, planning, and I mean planning, on being there on time, but as we all know–we've never been on time. Fortunately Bikernet Photographer was on the dot, covered the traditional Hawaiian business blessing and gifts from Island brothers including an island sculpture from Dennis Mathewson, from Cosmic Custom Air Brush, the master island custom painter.
When we arrived the festivities wounded down. Still it didn’t matter, the “Local Boys” and I mean bikes and guys stuck around. The drinks and food still packed aplenty.
Tell you the truth it was cool that we arrived fashionably late, we could check the shop without a lot of people hanging out. The first thing I noticed, besides the cool bikes outside, was how well the whole space fit, the hardwood floors, woven palms and very cool typical Hawaiian stuff, Tikis and all. The work area hid behind the counter, a large glass pane divides one from the other, so you could see the progress, work or even wrench-throwing directly from the showroom. Magazines, T-shirts, and parts adorned the counters and walls, photos and signed t-shirts added to the ” comfortable Hawaiian feeling.” I swear that it's a vision of what a Shop in Hawaii should be.
The three lift work area contained a frame or bike on each of them under construction, plus a few frames in the storage area waited for their turns. I was kind of bummed that these were not “Local Boys”, which I strongly believe are Grumpy's forte and Hawaii's heritage, but Nui said there were a few traditionals on order. So I grabbed my drink (Coke of course) and just walked around observing what was going on, then stared at the infamous signature wall.
If you happen to be in Hawaii, take a ride over to Grumpy's, ask them about the “Local Boy” or just let the big man show you around. This is a island place where family shops are always still friendly, where they are glad to see a customer walk thru their doors and where a sale is the upkeep of a tradition. Better yet, tell them I sent you, or just point at the burnout mark on the parking lot and ask who did it…. I hope the landlord is not still pissed…..
— Jose De Miguel
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Daytona 2006 Pre-Event Info
By Bandit |
The NASCAR races were in Daytona Beach this past weekend and to many that means the party starts. Area bars and hotels are gearing up. Bike Week is only a few weeks away and already newspaper features, radio interviews are jamming the happenings. Typically Bike Week is the first full week in March which actually turns into 10 days and this year it’s March 3rd to March 12th. The Gypsy Woman proclaims around 500,000 attending this year. Florida Bike Week continues to spread throughout Volusia County, including Orange County (Orlando) to the West and Brevard County (Cocco Beach) to the South.
Some wild estimates include numbers will increase to 700,000 this year by spreading the reach to other areas. Orlando is pushing and many people are opting to ride there and take the hours ride to Daytona Beach for whatever they want to see.
Cocco Beach, just South of Daytona off I-95, is a big attraction that draws 20,000 nightly to the area year round. With Florida Today newspaper reporting 292 Hotels and Motels, 198 Restaurants, 5.4 Miles of Shoreline and numerous other facts it’s a hot spot.
Those who choose to go there during Bike Week will tell you it definitely is. There are more and more people making the haul to Miami, FT. Lauderdale and Key West. There is a lot to do in Florida and No Snow.
Within the 10 days of Bike Week it has been estimated that the Bikers spend $300 Million Dollars. No wonder the surrounding areas want a piece of the action.Some 90% of the motorcycles that come to Bike Week are said to be Harley-Davidsons but those numbers are changing as the import motorcycle are infiltrating the mix.
It does not matter who you are, doctor, lawyer, Indian chief, male, female, RUB (Rich Urban Biker) 1%, a momma’s boy or girl, Daytona Beach and the surrounding area is PARTY TIME.
I will continue to do weekly reports on what is going on in the area and researching some of the places that you may want to visit. It’s my job.
Of course, I will definitely be doing the Last Resort Bar, 5812S. Ridgewood (US1) in Port Orange and the Highlander Café 1821 S. Ridgewood Ave., South Daytona.
A Must Visit is Bruce Rossmeyers Daytona Harley Davidson located at I-95 and US1, Exit 273. It is being called Destination Daytona and is understandable with its on site expo, live entertainment, manufacturers displays, food and fun. The entertainment is put on by Jim Betlach so you know it is going to be good.
Heading South on US1 is the famous Ormond Strip with the Broken Spoke, Iron Horse, Boot Hill Saloon and numerous other places of interest.
I have been invited to visit Softails Saloon at 2365 International Speedway (RT. 192) in Deland. Wet T-Shirts, Exotic Dancers and Full Liquor Bar. You know I will make this a stop.
I am open to invitations from places in the area that think they have something going on that would be of interest to the people who visit Bikernet .com. Contact me at rogue@bikerrogue.com
Look For The Most Updated Reports Of What Is Happening Right Here On BIKERNET
–ROGUE
Mar. 5, 2006
9:00 AM
Mystery Ride
A 200 mile ride through Florida back roads & forests – Easy paced, plenty of stops, lunch somewhere3.5 Miles West of I-95 On International Speedway Blvd.
Mar. 5, 2006
AMA Motorcycle Race
Racing at 2:00 pm Volusia Speedway Park – 15 milesWest of Daytona Beach on S.R. 40 In Barberville
(386) 985-4402
Mar. 6, 2006
1:00 PM – 7PM
American Iron @ Daytona Show
Daytona Lagoon
Meet the staff of American Iron Magazine & you might get your custom or classic bike photographed & featured in American Iron Mag. American Iron Magazine presents the 'American Iron Show at Daytona' on Monday – March 6th, 2006 from 1pm – 7pm at Daytona Lagoon.
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Mar. 6, 2006 to Mar. 11, 200
H-D Demos at Daytona Bike Week
Demo rides give you the chance to test ride any number of Buell or Harley-Davidson motorcycles. Rides are free. Participants must bring a valid motorcycle license, wear long pants and a full-face helmet, and sign a release form.
Harley-Davidson executives Jim Ziemer, Jim McCaslin, Jerry Wilke, Jon Flickinger and Ken Sutton will be at various Harley-Davidson activities in Daytona. If you see them, be sure to stop and introduce yourself.
1801 W. International Speedway
Daytona Beach, FL USA
Mar. 6, 2006
10:00 – 4:00 PM
Harley-Davidson Activities
Ocean Center Arena
Ford Harley-Davidson Super Duty Display
(386) 254-4500
Mar. 8, 2006
9:00 AM
ALLIGATOR ROAD TOUR
Daytona 200 MC Club
AMA Sanctioned event – Bikes will depart in groups –
Registration 9:00-10:00AM
3.5 Miles West of I-95 on International Speedway Blvd
Mar. 9, 2006
J.WOOD & Co.
Vintage Bike Ride through Historic DeLand at 9AM followed by the AHRMA Concourse
Mar. 10, 2006
8:00 – 4:00 PM
15th ANNUAL BOARDWALK CLASSIC RIDE-IN SHOW
Enter Boardwalk from corner of Main Street & Ocean Avenue
Dinner 7PM, guest speaker Don Emde
Show begins at 11:00am – Awards at 4:00pm
Cash prizes & trophies
(386) 253-0254
Mar. 10, 2006
1:00 PM – 7PM
RoadBike Metric @ Daytona Show Mar. 11, 2006 Free BandShell Concert Mar. 11, 2006 Motorcycle Show HARLEY-DAVIDSON SCHEDULE FOR FLORIDA BIKE WEEK– 9AM-6PM Evel Knievel Display Trailer 9AM-9PM H-D at Destination Daytona 10AM, Noon, 2PM, 4PM B.O.S.S. – Ball of Steel Stunt Show 11AM-Noon & 2PM-3PM Evel Knievel Autograph Session 9AM-9PM H-D at Destination Daytona 10AM, Noon, 2PM, 4PM B.O.S.S. – Ball of Steel Stunt Show BIKERNET RADIO AND AMERICAN MOTORCYCLE 1902–Will be set up a the Trike Shop on Beach Street, next to Carl's Speed shop. Stop by and if you have a terrific story to tell, grab Branscombe. He's the big guy with all the hair. He'll interview all the greats for Bikernet Radio. 9AM-3PM Harley-Davidson® and Buell® Demo Rides 5PM-8PM H.O.G.® & BRAG® New Product Reception* 10AM-4PM Free Bike Wash 10AM-5PM Indoor Show 10AM-5PM Willie G. T-shirt Sales 11AM, 1:30PM & 3:30PM H-D Trivia Game Noon-5PM Genuine Motor Accessories Install-tainment Noon & 3PM Biker Billy Cooking Show 8AM-11AM Ride-In Show Registration 11AM-3:30PM Ride-in Show Judging 11AM, 1:30PM & 3:30PM H-D Trivia Game Noon-5PM Genuine Motor Accessories Install-tainment 4PM Ride-in Show Awards Ocean Center East Side 8PM AMA Hot-Shoe Flat Track Race Municipal Stadium 8PM AMA GNC Flat Track Race (Short Track) Municipal Stadium 1PM MDA Auction 1PM Daytona 200 Bike Week traffic/parking information Main Street Area: Main Street will be restricted to motorcycle parking only from Friday, March 3 to Sunday, March 12. Large vehicles and motor homes will be restricted from using Main Street during certain hours of the event. There may be turn restrictions implemented on Atlantic Avenue during peak times.Additionally, north and southbound traffic will be restricted between Auditorium and Harvey Street during peak event times. Those affected will be: It may also become necessary to restrict traffic on the Main Street Bridge during peak times to facilitate movement of emergency vehicle traffic both to and from the Beachside/Main Street areas. Traffic wishing to cross to the Beachside during this time may utilize the Seabreeze, Orange Avenue or Broadway Bridges. Spectator Access: As traffic builds, traffic patterns are put into effect to facilitate movement in the area. The following are recommendations for the time when traffic patterns are established: · Vehicles wishing to enter Main Street from the north via Atlantic Avenue should remain in the right southbound lane. Upon reaching Main Street, you will be allowed to turn right onto Main Street. · Vehicles approaching from the south on Atlantic Avenue wishing to enter Main Street must enter via Peninsula Drive by turning left on International Speedway Boulevard. Upon reaching Peninsula Drive, turn right to travel north to Main Street. Vehicles turning right can then access Main Street. · Vehicles on Peninsula Drive coming from the north should turn left onto Oakridge Boulevard. Upon reaching Atlantic Avenue vehicles should then proceed south (right) on Atlantic Avenue to Main Street. Vehicles will then be permitted to turn right onto Main Street. · Vehicles approaching on Peninsula Drive from the south should remain on Peninsula Drive and turn right onto Main Street. Because of public safety concerns arising from traffic saturation and potential gridlock in the beachside area, a Contingency Traffic Management Plan may be placed into effect on a temporary basis when/if the need arises. This would include limiting access to the beachside at the bridges. Motorcycle Only Traffic on Main Street Friday, March 3 through Sunday, March 5, 2006 there will be motorcycle only traffic on Main Street between the hours of 11:00 a.m. and 2:00 a.m. Businesses that need to be serviced by outside vendors must do so prior to 11:00 a.m. each day. Traffic other than motorcycles will not be allowed on Main Street between the hours of 11:00 a.m. and 3:00 a.m. daily during the motorcycle only traffic. The exception to this will be emergency vehicles and/or other approved vehicles. Beach Street There will be motorcycle only parking on selected areas of North Beach Street from Friday, March 3, 2006 through Sunday, March 12, 2006. These areas will be clearly marked by signs. Pedestrian and vehicular traffic will be busy in the area of Daytona Harley-Davidson. Police officers will be in the area during peak times to assist pedestrian and vehicular traffic.Restricted Residential ParkingPolice and Central Parking Systems will be enforcing the designated residential/decal parking restrictions in specific marked areas of the Beachside. Check for signage in residential areas before parking.Dr. Mary McLeod Bethune Boulevard There will be motorcycle only parking on Dr. Mary McLeod Bethune Boulevard from Beach Street to Palmetto Avenue on the south side of the street from March 3, 2006 through Sunday, March 12, 2006. Residential Community Concerns Motorcycles arriving and leaving festival areas, during evening hours, via local residential streets are advised to use caution due to pedestrian traffic. Some local streets, near the Main Street core area, will be restricted to residential traffic only. Excessive noise from loud pipes/no mufflers on motorcycles is prohibited by State Law and will be strictly enforced. Daytona International Speedway Area The motorcycle races are scheduled for March 10 for the Daytona Supercross by Honda and March 11 for the Daytona 200. During the days of these races, motorists are asked to drive with care and be aware of pedestrians in the area. It may be necessary to implement traffic restrictions on Speedway Boulevard during inbound and outbound race traffic. Bike Week Parade Two parades are scheduled for Bike Week. Saturday and Sunday, March 4 and 5. The parades are scheduled to start at 1130 a.m. at N. Wild Olive Avenue and Seabreeze Boulevard. The parade will travel south on Wild Olive Avenue to Oakridge Boulevard east on Oakridge Boulevard to Atlantic Avenue, south on Atlantic Avenue to Main Street, west on Main Street to Peninsula north on Peninsula to Oakridge Boulevard east on Oakridge Boulevard to Wild Olive Avenue, north on Wild Olive to a disbursement point. Construction ConcernsThe A1A Beautification Project will not impact traffic during the event all lanes will be open.
Daytona Lagoon
Meet the staff of RoadBike Magazine! RoadBike Magazine presents the 'RoadBike Metric Show at Daytona' on Friday – March 10th, 2006 from 1pm – 7pm at Daytona Lagoon.
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1:00PM -5:00PM
Headline bands. Classic Rock. Spirits. Prizes. Check back for list of bands. The Bandshell is located oceanfront in Oceanfront Park on the north end of the Boardwalk amusement area.
11:00 AM
Enter Boardwalk from corner of Main Street & Ocean Avenue.Awards presented Cash prizes & trophies
(386) 253-0254 
Ocean Center Outside East
He's listed in Who's Who and the Guiness Book of World Records as having broken 35 bones. He even has a river in Arkansas named after him. Stop by the Ocean Center to see Evel Knievel's motorcycle and memorabilia on display. Also stick around to meet the legendary Daredevil in person; he'll be signing autographs twice daily.
Ormond Beach
We've got a 66,000 square feet tent filled with Genuine Motor Parts and Genuine Motor Accessories on display, along with the H-D traveling museum and new product trailer. Make this one of your mandatory stops during bike week.
Ocean Center Outside East
See the world renowned Ball of Steel up close and personal. These guys from Texas will do amazing feats outside the Ocean Center. Performances run four times daily.
Ocean Center Outside East
Ormond Beach
We've got a 66,000 square feet tent filled with Genuine Motor Parts and Genuine Motor Accessories on display, along with the H-D traveling museum and new product trailer. Make this one of your mandatory stops during bike week.
Ocean Center Outside East
See the world renowned Ball of Steel up close and personal. These guys from Texas will do amazing feats outside the Ocean Center. Performances run four times daily.
Daytona International Speedway
Stop by the northeast corner of the Daytona International Speedway and take advantage of the largest fleet of factory motorcycles during Bike Week. Our immense demo ride fleet of Harley-Davidson® motorcycles will be ready to ride March 6-11. Registration runs 9:00 am – 3:00 pm daily, Monday – Saturday. You must be at least 18 years old to ride. Once you've signed up, you can ride all day, so come early and experience the entire product line. Demo Rides will not run if roads are wet or other unfavorable conditions prevail. All riders must adhere to the demo rules.
Ocean Center Arena
* H.O.G.® & BRAG® members may bring one guest each.
Ocean Center Outside South
begin Tuesday at 10:00 am on the south side of the Ocean Center and will run through Saturday. We'll supply the Harley-Davidson® cleaning products.
Ocean Center
Activities abound throughout the day so avoid the crowds on Main Street and visit us at the Ocean Center . We've got the 2006 line-up of Harley-Davidson® and Buell® motorcycles, along with the latest offerings from MotorClothes® and Parts & Accessories. Factory reps will be on-hand to discuss the latest and greatest.
Ocean Center Arena
Sold exclusively at the Ocean Center during Bike Week. Stop by to see the large assortment of T-shirts, henleys, sweatshirts, baseball caps and women's tops. Great gifts to take home for your friends and family. Come early, these limited edition items won't be around for long.
Ocean Center Arena
Think you're smart? Know a lot about H-D? Test your knowledge of all things Harley-Davidson. Stop by the indoor show at the Ocean Center and be one of the first to play our new H-D Trivia game. Fun for enthusiasts of all ages. Games will run three times daily.
Ocean Center Arena
Watch as certified Harley-Davidson technicians accessorize an H-D® motorcycle with all the latest Genuine Parts & Accessories. Stop in daily to check on their progress as they turn the stock Harley-Davidson® motorcycle into a fully customized machine! 
Ocean Center Arena
Biker Billy is a freewheeling fiery food lover, gardener and Harley rider. He is totally committed to getting people to play with their food, cook with fire and ride safe. He is the recipient of the National Coalition of Motorcyclists (NCOM) 1998 Media Award for improving the image of motorcycling. The W. Atlee Burpee Seed Company honored Biker Billy by naming a new extremely hot hybrid Jalapeño after him. Stop by to see his show and sample his hot cuisine.
Ocean Center East Side 
Ocean Center East Side
Ocean Center Arena
Think you're smart? Know a lot about H-D? Test your knowledge of all things Harley-Davidson. Stop by the indoor show at the Ocean Center and be one of the first to play our new H-D Trivia game. Fun for enthusiasts of all ages. Games will run three times daily.
Ocean Center Arena
Watch as certified Harley-Davidson technicians accessorize an H-D ® motorcycle with all the latest Genuine Parts & Accessories. Stop in daily to check on their progress as they turn the stock Harley-Davidson ® motorcycle into a fully customized machine! 
Ocean Center Arena
Daytona International Speedway
The stunning new production racer Buell® XBRR™ (based on the Firebolt® XB12R) will debut during America's most prestigious motorcycle roadrace, the Daytona 200. Buell dealer-sponsored teams will take on all challengers during the AMA Formula Xtreme season-opener and roar around the infield road course of Daytona International Speedway on Saturday, March 11. Don't miss the chance to cheer on Buell racers from the U.S., Canada, UK and Germany as they push themselves and their XBRRs to the limit in the ultimate 200-mile test of rider skill and mechanical endurance.
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Bike washing facilities $2094 nt min FREE covered bike parking MILWAUKEE (February 13, 2006) – A show featuring some of the world’s best and most unique custom Harley-Davidson motorcycles will be a major attraction at the annual Harley-Davidson Ride-In Show on Wednesday, March 8 at the upcoming 65th annual Bike Week at Daytona Beach, Fla. Harley-Davidson owners are invited to compete for cash and trophies, while Harley-Davidson fans can stop by to get a close-up view of these eye-catching rolling sculptures. Owners can enter their Harley-Davidson motorcycles in the Ride-In Show Contest on March 8 at the Ocean Center Arena, 101 N. Atlantic Avenue. Registration is from 8-11 a.m., with judging to follow by Harley-Davidson design experts and prize awards. The $10 entry fee is donated to the Muscular Dystrophy Association, and each participant receives a special edition commemorative plaque designed by Willie G. Davidson. “Best of Show” winners in each of 16 judging classes will receive a $200 cash prize and a trophy. In addition, $500 cash prizes will be awarded to the top Sportster and top Big Twin motorcycles utilizing Harley-Davidson Genuine Motor Accessories. “Many riders spend all winter customizing their motorcycles and Daytona is the first opportunity to show off their work,” said Art Gompper, Harley-Davidson Director of Marketing. “The passion and creativity that goes in to these custom Harleys is just incredible! It makes for a great show.” As one of the longest running bike shows at Daytona, the Harley-Davidson Ride-In Show has also been one of the biggest shows at Daytona Bike Week for more than 20 years. New this year, there will be Ball of Steel Stunt Shows and live entertainment outside the Ocean Center during the Ride-In Show, along with guest appearances by major custom bike builders. More information on the Ride-In Show is available at Other Harley-Davidson events at various times during the week at the Ocean Center include the Harley-Davidson and Buell indoor show, Muscular Dystrophy Association (MDA) Auction and Bike Raffle, Evel Knievel Display Trailer & Autograph Sessions, Harley-Davidson Trivia Game, Biker Billy cooking demonstrations, motorcycle product and technical seminars, the Ford/Harley-Davidson F-Series Truck Display and an Internet Cafe. There will also be Demo Rides at the Daytona International Speedway and activities at Harley-Davidson dealerships in the Daytona area. A full schedule of Harley-Davidson Bike Week activities will be posted on Harley-Davidson Inc., is the parent company for Harley-Davidson Motor Company, Buell Motorcycle Company, and Harley-Davidson Financial Services, Inc. Harley-Davidson Motor Company the only major U.S.- based motorcycle manufacturer, produces heavyweight motorcycles and a complete line of motorcycle parts, accessories, apparel, and general merchandise. Buell Motorcycle Company produces sport and sport-touring motorcycles. Harley-Davidson Financial Services, Inc. provides wholesale and retail financing, insurance and credit card programs to Harley-Davidson dealers and customers. –Rogue The Newest H-D dealer, mega-facility is over 109,000 square feet and it is located on I-95 and US1 Exit 273 in Daytona During Bike Week 2006. There will beOn Site Expo – Live Entertainment,Manufacturers Display,Food-Fun & More.It’s sponsored by V-Twin Magazine. Contact Jim Betlach for vendor space 952-443-4168 It is going to be packedThe only problem is when you leave the dealership you have to go west on US1 for a couple of miles and then make a u-turn to get back to I-95. It’s about 30 minutes is the current report. It may get worse during Bike Week –Rogue If you have somebody feeding you info on Bike week let them know that I am doing a showcase event at Destination Daytona (the new H-D dealer in Ormond Beach).There will be 75 bikes from the top builders, bands, fashion shows, Easyriders 35 year anniversary party 30,000 foot tent in the middle of everything. Don’t miss it.
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February 2006 V-Twin Expo
By Bandit |
Editor’s note: The following was well written by John Siebenthaler, who previously designed Bikernet billboards, ads and brochures. He’s a master designer, like Dave Perewitz is a master bike builder. Rogue, on the otherhand was sent first class to shoot all the latest V-Twin industry products, the player and bikes. Unfortunately he never left the bar except once to attend the V-Twin party. Hang on.
(CINCINNATI) Ahhh, to be in balmy Cincy in February. Picnickers line the banks as the Ohio River flows lazily downstream. Flocks of flamingos shuffle along the shore, effortlessly searching for brine shrimp and krill. Flawlessly tanned young women in t-backs seek out a not-to-secluded spot to toss down a towel on the sand, unhook their tops, and get serious about sunning. It’s… oh wait, that’s not THIS Cincinnati.
No, my plane left Tampa at 7:30 a.m., fresh into the second half of a day-long monster thunderstorm, and the roller coaster ride into the Ohio valley meant anyone who’d embraced that hearty Denny’s pre-dawn corned-beef-hash- and-eggs-over-easy-breakfast was that much lighter on landing.
All this talk about the weather is framed by the experience of having just attended the Performance Racing Industry (sorry, no photos allowed, but boy, you shoulda been there) show in Orlando last November. Over a million square feet of exhibits, five miles of aisles, and chamber of commerce blue skies and fair temps left the tens of thousands attending wishing for a few more days in the Orange County Convention Center.
Nevertheless, the ride in from Covington, through intermittent rain tinged with sleet, was in many ways preferable to 04-degrees, way sub-zero temps-and-frozen- beer-and-bar-nuts-puke left in the drifts outside the hotels. It’s just what is, and the weather did little to dampen the larger-every-year herd of manufacturers elbowing their way onto and above the main floor of the Cinergy Center to exhibit the latest and greatest in V-twin merchandise and technology.
And yes, the fat lady’s sung her last note. This IS the show for American Other, a phrase first coined by IronWorks Dennis Stemp years ago that did then and still perfectly describes the offerings. That category has also been typified as anything billet, which in practical terms defaults to polished aluminum, from primaries to master cylinders.
Interestingly, though there’s never been a shortage of finishes, keeping the part in a chrome-like state of finish hasn’t been that easy. Enkay Polishing enters the fray with a consumer line of polishing kits for shop and garage that help make the chore of maintaining a factory fresh appearance a little easier.
Interesting also were the exhibitors who in the past shunned the lifestyle atmosphere of V-Twin, but who’ve since realized that if you want to sell American v-twin, you go where the buyers are. It was, in terms of variety and depth, a show that just keeps getting better. Every aisle was filled with acquaintances, and the rule of thumb was to walk ten feet, talk ten minutes, repeat, especially true for pals from my Easyriders days.
Others worth noting included Berry Wardlaw's Accurate Engineering over the top engine shop. Berry’s getting set up for in-house EPA certification, so anyone who’s ever imagined one of his trademark retro builds sitting in their frame in their driveway will have ample opportunity to indulge. And speaking of, there were several frame manufacturers noted whose quality construction was self-evident and in stark contrast to a lot of the just plain dangerous junk that’s floating around.
As to dealer attendance, that was hard to judge. Just about every booth, queried on the subject, said they’d run out or were running short on promo materials, so someone was picking up collateral. On the otherhand, marketing materials in general seemed to be less plentiful than in previous years. The floor, for the most part, was generally free of congestion, which meant a very easy time getting around.
The return ride to the airport was in the company of a couple of northeastern shop owners, both of whom gave a big thumbs up to the show, said they’d found a lot of merchandise they liked, but no, hadn’t bought. They were contemplating a few items of interest and might buy once they’d done the math.
Noted for a special shout out were the booth contents of Cadworks and SpieglerUSA. Their respective products feature sheet metal and hydraulics, but all things are not created equal. Cadworks is a Southern California engineering firm whose clients come mainly from the aerospace and aircraft industry, but whose technology is perfectly adaptable to the power sports industry.
Cadworks designs body parts (tanks and fenders) for production by deep drawn forming. They’re able to render in meticulous detail compound shapes (steel and aluminum) that are formed in a consistent, predictable manner, maintaining a uniform thickness and without introducing stress.
You can learn more on their web site, but I was impressed with how economical the process is and how repeatable the parts are once the initial engineering and molds are finalized. Cost to manufacture is very low, without sacrificing quality. Oh, and the fact that it’s all done in the USA gets major snaps as well.
Think all fittings are created equal? Guess again. Spiegler is one of those companies that revives your faith in mankind. Just when it seems as though the Chinese outsourcing stampede was complete, here sits a perfect example of European obsession with detail in a form following patented brake line function. And since the form is brake lines, the function part proves there’s always a better mousetrap.
If you’ve ever been ready to ditch the braided and bend your own steel lines because you couldn’t get the python-esque kinks out of the hose, here’s your answer:
A nifty little piece of plastic bar, and an even more cool two-piece clamp for a bench vise or vise-grip, and you can now set the angle of the banjo fitting quickly and easily, resulting in a straight line vinyl covered braided line that doesn’t look like a boa constrictor sucking down it’s last meal.
Danny Gray’s booth got a big thumbs-up from everyone for Best Booth In Show. Billy Lane was there, posse in hand, for meet and greets that left his corner of the spectacle looking like I-75 through rush hour Atlanta. A couple of aisles over was Roger Goldammer's booth, more restrained, smaller, less glitz and glam, yet arguably setting a fresh new standard for innovation and execution when it comes down to rubber on the road.
Yet another symptom of change that’s becoming more and more prevalent: TV coverage. Specifically, were jammed in every other booth, doing a standup for later edit and broadcast on the growing number of outlets that are trying to win a v-twin market.
Trade shows. Not always easy to attend, not always situated in the venues we might otherwise select as best for us, but still the best way to quickly come to terms with what’s new, who’s moved, how’s business, and in general what’s shakin'.
And that’s not counting all the great ways to get your hands on actual product, to pick up, turn over, sit on, kick, or otherwise get physical feedback about something you hadn’t realized had changed or something brand new on the scene.
Come to think of it, it sure beats wallowing in a stuck in traffic crowd on Main Street that just cant wait to drop five bucks on a warm beer in a plastic cup.
Seminole Hard Rock Roadhouse Christmas
By Bandit |
Over the top and into the mix is a slight understatement regarding the latest in one of our national motorcycling events. Dealership owner, Bruce Rossmeyer, along with the Seminole Native American Nation’s fertile ground for gaming, spruced up the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino for the holidays and the 2nd annual Ft. Lauderdale Bike rally. Cool rides, hot nights and the event was topped off with the cream of the Toy Run crop, with the running of the 18th Annual Toys in the Sun Run. This is the world’s largest toy run, with over forty thousand people involved.
The rally itself began on Friday this year. A much needed release for the ravaged lower Peninsula, since the area took a major hit from Hurricane Wilma. Our hostess, Kerry Becker, of the Boys and Girls Club in Broward County, did an exceptional job of organizing and coordinating the events, a smooth ride for the money spent. A Kick-Off party and dinner ride took everyone signed up to The Bonefish Creek restaurant to enjoy the South Florida ambiance and clear evening skies. Back at the Hard Rock Hotel was Dennis Rodman, one of the stranger beasts in the animal kingdom, signing copies of his latest debauchery, a book entitled I should be dead by now. Even the cover is creepy.
Saturday, with a bright blue sky, cloudless and temperatures perfect for riding, the registered guests were taken on a comfortable ride along the tropical coastline and treated to lunch at the Quarterdeck. A police escorted ride to Jim and Jan Moran’s Boys and Girls club put names to the younger faces in need and many new hurricane children were adopted for the Holidays!
That same day, outside Hollywood Choppers, next to the Hard Rock, was a bike show to find the next Florida Top Builder, with shop owners competing for big money. Many more spectators were taken in by the sights of the indoor vendor show, deep in the bowels of the casino arena.
The Purrfect Angels performed their cheerleader dance act, a tap and a twist to old rock songs as participants found an expensive inside bar and the usual booths of motorcycle interest. Also tucked inside were the real Floridian seers of the Seminole tribe. Tickets were available for an Air Boat Ride in a Cypress Circus rig, and a tiny alligator display, originally named Gator. Next up on stage were flamethrowers, jugglers and clowns. Set up at the four corners of the building were the “celebrity” builders who came together for the cause and to see who would win a new custom sled from the year long Seminole Hard Rock Roadhouse Tour.
Now with apologies to the gamers, the way it was conveyed, was as an internet opportunity to win one of the fours’ latest creations. Since last February, people had the chance to vote on line for their favorite Roadhouse character. Of the seventy thousand plus entries, five were chosen, flown first class to the rally to be contested against each other at the banquet on Saturday night. Once there, in front of six hundred people, a winner would be plucked from the hat and awarded the creation from their builder of choice. The Discovery Channel builders in house were Roland Sands, Doug Kiem , Johnny Chop and Jesse Rooke.
Another big contribution at the Biker’s Bash, in the evening was a live auction of donated gifts and splendors. Mike Pruss, of South Florida Choppers, worked like a mad man to put together a custom cycle for the auction. It was a sleek machine, dressed in midnight blue and was sent out to the party crowd, now soggy with holiday spirits and prime rib. It was a sharp 96-inch S&S motor, Baker tranny, with all the bells and whistles. It brought in thirty thousand dollars! Now that’s a Merry Christmas darling!
Richie Supra took the stage and serenaded the ballroom with his original songs and inspirations of Aerosmith’s Steven Tyler, the Toy Run’s favorite grand Marshall, who could not be in attendance this year. It must be tough to leave all those festivities to get some sleep for the world’s biggest toy run, but one needs to be on its best riding sensibilities for that pack!
Sunday morning the Bike Rally came to a head with a humongous pack of bikers meeting in the cold morning air, where yearly head counts vary. Usually there are close to thirty five thousand bikes in the parade from the Pompano Race Track to Markham Park, twenty miles west of Ft. Lauderdale. Originally started by Phil Peterson and the locals of Lauderdale and Miami back in the seventies, it’s gained in both reputation and popularity.
A beautiful park, it is swarmed by the pack of plenty and the multitudes that await them. Vendors come from all over the country, (one can find almost any under-the-tree present as well as the usual food fares). There was a bike show for anyone who wanted to show their bikes and take home a trophy. There was a lot to see, if we rolled in early enough especially to the park. But don’t forget to bring a toy. It’s a toy run. The toys collected are given to needy families and kids all over South Florida.
More pictures can be seen at their web site. The Amchir family directed and coordinated the weekend show, with the help of all the clubs of South Florida. It’s a mandatory run for most patchholders. Once they do their assigned jobs, they also get to run amuck in the southern biker nation’s biggest seasonal picnic area.
The saddest note was that many people forget the reason behind the event. We all get together is to help the less fortunate and this year, not enough toys made their way to the awaiting trucks. Or was it the sight of the park, its canopy of once proud live Oak trees, stark, spindly and obviously shaken by that big summer storm.
By the time the affair is over, everyone is bone tired. It’s a lot to do in one weekend, but it’s put together so that the seams don’t show and the investment makes the trip worthwhile. Kudos to the staff at the Hard Rick Hotel, thanks Justin, for doing what you could and to Kerry, again, she makes it look easy. Bruce was approachable as were the big donations from Rick and Rita Case.Dennis Rodman showed his lame ass celebrity side, which everyone says is normal for his world, but not ours. The ice sculptures were created on site as we watched and the bikes were worshipped as we slept. The rumble that comes from the heart touched many lives this Holidays season.
It’s all good, a tad over the top for many, who can’t afford a three hundred dollar dinner plate, and the former Miami Dolphin players who mixed in with the crowd both at the Bash and Toy Run did their league proud. Here are the addresses of the people you can contact if you want to hook up and show up for next year.
Tell them one of their sponsors and there were lots of sponsors, none quite like BIKERNET.COM, which is where you read about it first. Button up, show up and hold on. It makes for a very long biker holiday weekend!
We wouldn’t have it any other way.
3901 SW 47th St. Suite#400
Davie, Florida 33305
954-563-2822
www.bikerbash.org
Hollywood Choppers
Seminole Paradise
1 Seminole Way
Hollywood, Florida
954-327-7625