Bike Week in Daytona Beach is kind of a big deal. For the most part, it is mainly comprised of drinking, with the occasional bike show and coleslaw wrestling contest thrown in. People travel from all over the world to attend this 7 day event, get shattered every night, trailer their bikes from short distances and crash their fancy, brand new, ugly bikes.

On our way to the only event worth going to, the “Old School Chopper Show,” we see this fuckin’ guy. What the fuck? Is that shiny armor? Is this for real? Behind him were a slew of others decked out in this kind of shit too so maybe there was a sale or they just travel like this together.

These guys and the fellow above are roughly what 75% of Bike Week attendees look like. The other 25% are scummy, trashy, and kinda great.

Revelers. There is SO MUCH Harley gear to go around that they could outfit a small fucking country. Please note the special skull face protector.

There are plenty of these kinds of wheels scattered throughout the packs of bikes on the roads.

This is the first guy we saw when we approached the chopper show. Hilarious and awful all at once.

Everywhere you turn.

The general look.

I wish I had better photos of this woman. I know her husband and they come over every year from Germany for Bike Week, but I’ve never seen her in such a getup. Full on America status. Fashion girls beware getting too matchy-matchy with your tye die American flag prints. She has a swazi tattoo on her forearm from her youth that I wish I could have captured.

I would say that besides the rich women slumming it for the day, this is what most of the chicks at bike week look like. Tits nearly out and the old trusty cowboy hat.

As for the bikes, we weren’t sticking around all day to find out who won. I was into these two though.

I was even more excited to spot a couple of rat bikes around back!

This was my complete and total favorite bike there and safely sums up my thoughts on bike week. I wish we could have found the owner of this because rat bike dudes are always so fucking gnarly looking.

We actually found a band playing that was not doing classic rock covers. This is a complete rarity during bike week and, while I’m not into the whole psychobilly thing, I’d rather watch these guys over a Lynrd Skynrd cover band any day.

I wish we could have gotten a group photo of this guy with the rest of his friends. He alone is priceless, especially because his tattoos were killing it, but he and his gang had just walked back from the store, each of them having purchased a fresh bottle of dairy coffee creamer, and were all gulping it down. Now I’m fairly sure they have this product in Sweden so they knew what they were buying, but maybe that’s just what they’re into.

It’s too bad we didn’t snap a better shot of this guy’s “bike week street scene circa 1980″ artwork.

Strip Club Choppers. Really? This name not only got thrown into the hat but once you picked it, you kept it? Okay. Sure.

Clear where they got their setup from. Their bikes were good, though. Definitely two of the more good looking people there. I say this without including numerous photos of all the rockabilly dudes who looked pretty great as well.

Oh there he is. Ball Buster.

For whatever reason, about two miles away from the main drag of bike week, you will find Black Bike Week. This is their second or third official Black Bike Week (their name for the event, not mine), but I think they’re still working out the kinks. We went by a little early while people were still setting up, but..

Most of their vendors were either food, fake handbags or this.

Ended the day here and woke up the next morning with a bloody nose. For one day of bike week, I think it’s fair to say we had our fill.

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Jen
Gnarlitude.com

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