Okay, back to real life. The next morning we wake to ride to Daytona for bike week. I discover half my face isn't moving and I think I am about to die or have a stroke, after my tantrum was over we leave but me riding bitch on the back with Myles. SUCKED not being able to ride, and in Flordia there is a no helmet law so that would have been awesome! Sharon atleast got to enjoy that riding along the coast.
This turned out to be the Wall of Death! These mother fuckers are getting on these old ass bikes going round and fucking round on the walls of this old ass wooden cone. One guy going side saddle on his bike saying 'look ma no hands!' A girl on a bike and a guy on a go cart riding around this thing at the same time. It was literally something I have only seen in cartoons when I was a kid. Those people are awesome entertainers, brave as shit, and dumb as hell!