A Certain Time In March And DAYTONA IS...
A meeting place, a reunion, a get-together of motorcyclists and bikers, traveling from everywhere in every type of conveyance, bringing wives, lovers, family, friends and themselves, making reservations, missing reservations, not getting reservations, packing, unpacking, walking, running, strolling, still more walking, camping, cooking, waiting in line, bad food, good food, in between food, hot weather, humid weather, breezy weather, rain (Please don't), sandy feet, wet feet, dirty feet, tired feet, more waiting in line, rent-a-car blues, getting lost, pay phones that don't work, pay phones that work but you don't have change, calling every motel in town to find an old friend, giving up on finding an old friend but then she calls you, forgetting the clothes you wanted to wear, forgetting your bathing suit, a motorcycle ride down a long, beautiful stretch of beach, going to bed late, going to bed with a new friend, not going to bed at all, getting loaded, ripped or stoned, having trouble staying sober, never being sober, being amazed at the sheer numbers of police, harrassing the police, being harrassed by the police, getting busted for drinking beer on the beach, staying out of trouble, checkin' out the arcade, bumpin' your boss on the bumper cars, lots of ice cream bars, salt water taffy, cruising on your chopper, puttin' around on your cafe racer, looking at your bike parked next to all the others, people watching, girl watching, guy watching, freak watching, having parties in vans, having parties in motel rooms, having parties on the beach, staying away from parties, watching Roxy's radio show, watching two guys streak Roxy's radio show when he's talking to Mr. Knievel, seeing Evel at a loss for words, an International House of Pancakes everywhere you look, lots of halter tops, lots of sno-cones, lots of traffic, and. . .oh yeah, a very important motorcycle race.