Daytona was interesting this year. I enjoyed touring the vendor areas. Unfortunately it wasn't much of a money maker- even though I was applying flank speed levels of uncoolness, the vendors didn't bribe me to go away.
I could walk into a vendor area, wearing my signature long sleeve shirt, my dress slacks and my dress shoes, and no one offered up any BRIBES? What does a buttondown dork gotta do these days? I should have made the vendors from, say, S&S start tossing coins at me. They didn't even suggest (as they shooed me out the back flap of their tent) that I might be more comfortable (ahem) in the Honda tent. How many 8k engines did they sell with me in the damn tent? I would say NONE.
Honda's tent was carpeted, at least.
Anyway, I really did enjoy ogling the bobbers. I have bobber envy.
The best view of the vendor area must have been from the top of a light pole. I saw an osprey land up there, a fish in it's talons. The osprey then commenced to watch the action and drop fish parts down on the expensive custom bikes below.
If you found a fish head on your shovelhead you now know why...