It is officially Bike Week(s) here in Daytona Beach. Unfortunately it is also cold, raining and windy. Makes coleslaw wrestling even more uncomfortable. (yes, they do have women who will wrestle in coleslaw during bike week and no, I am not one of them).
I saw something kind of fun in my travels about town yesterday. A small makeshift campsite had been set up in the yard of a neighborhood near by. I guess the owner of the home invited his friends down for bike week. There were about 6 guys dressed in biker type gear poking around a campfire that was surrounded by tents and a small pop-up camper in the side yard of a home. I thought to myself, "So you invite your friends down for bike week but instead of putting them up in your home you make them pitch tents in the yard?"
I guess I'd been doing it wrong. I always let my friends stay in my actual house, shower in my actual bathroom and eat my actual food in my actual kitchen. I didn't know they'd be just as happy pitching a tent in my (rainy cold) front yard.