For ten days every spring, Daytona Beach morphs from a paradise for surfers and sun worshippers to a parade of thousands of leather-clad motorcyclists, arriving from all over for booze, bikes, and babes.

Colorful tents hawking biker regalia line beachfront sidewalks, rock and country music blares, Harleys rumble up Main Street, and scents of barbecue, seafood, ocean air, and bike exhaust all mix together.

I look forward to Bike Week all winter. Back home in Morgantown, I’m a lawyer with a pretty settled life. But once a year, I ride down to Daytona, check into a hotel, and have some fun in the sun. I’ve been doing this for a decade now. The last three years, after my marriage broke up, I’ve travelled down solo, and had a great time. It’s not hard to. But I think last year’s Bike Week... Read More