Every year when severe PMS sets in I start planning my annual trip down I95 to Daytona Bike Week. This year winter (and PMS) started in early so by the time March rolled around I was more than ready to go.
For me the big reason to head south is the Iron Butt Association dinner on Friday night. As my travelling companion noted, the IBA is home to some seriously wound-up riders, nowhere is this more evident than at the annual dinner. In addition to the IBA dinner there are many other attractions including some racing, shopping and catching up with old and new friends.
Over the years I have learned that there are two ways to go to Bike Week. One is to ride, the other is to be on a schedule. It is not really possible to do both as weather will have a way to mess up any schedule, unless you are prepared to try to rent a truck on a Sunday afternoon in a blizzard so you can get to work on Monday. Given that showing up at the office sometime Monday is important once again the bikes traveled in the truck.
My trip started with a departure from the office Tuesday to gather my personal physician from his office in Oxford. We loaded up the bikes and went to his house for dinner in anticipation of an early start Wednesday. Being my personal physican (without even going to med school) the Shagger knew that I needed to get my fill of meat before heading south to the land of personal abuse.
We like meat!
After a nice dinner it was off to bed, we had an early start planed for the morning. Our destination for day one would be Clayton, NC. We stopped in and were greeted by JB of Robietech fame.
We have a lovely dinner in Clayton and got a chance to catch up with Dianne Plines, AKA photobiker. Dianne was in a serious accident last spring on the way to the Georgia Mountain Rally. She looked great and is doing well all things considered....
Photobiker and Chip Robie
End of part 1. Tomorrow we head south!