Funny you say that...I was thinking exactly that when you bought a 900lb Harley a while back and dealt with taking it to Florida!
I was thinking...hmmmm....he's gonna try to unload that thing at WW, dab his foot in the sand, fall under the beast and shatter 75 bones....
I never even got it out of the trailer before dreading my choice.
There's a massive rush getting parked at Daytona.
I'm in a conga line of busses waiting for the chance to swing in and "back" into our "Premium spots"
It’s my turn – with two guys directing.
I pull up, flick the cig and carve the most beautiful arc man has ever seen as I back the beast in like a champ.
Just as I reach for the E-Brake, the one guy starts waving and pointing to the front of the coach saying that I’m too long for the spot and will now have to move to “general camping” -- Let’s just say we “talked” about it for a little bit –
I like my spot !,
I paid for this spot!,
Damn, I’m not going out in the back 40 with the riffraff!
He’ wasn’t giving in and the rest of the conga line was inching up with each passing minute.
Soooooo – Not one to be easily defeated, I jump out of the motorhome like the boss I believe myself to be.... unhook the trailer (inside was the 900lb Harley).... Give it a yank to lift it off the ball and proceed to
BLOW OUT my lower back to the point I missed the
Entire weekend of racing ----- That was my “year one” of the Daytona experience