bike week is here, and I have to decide whether or not I want to work on my old '66 ambassador, or say fuck being responsible and getting projects done, and go watch the uber tragic frightening leather clad carnival that Daytona beach has become. damn I love bike week . maybe I will ride out Monday to check out some parts and whatnot for my Harley and Yamaha. or go to Disney and pin trade and ride rides instead. I guess I'm a spoiled Floridian now.
