Post by edie2u on May 22, 2007 13:09:23 GMT -6
Day One
Mel from Hell, who is my friend and the bar manager of the Broken Spoke in Daytona shared a ride to Myrtle Beach. Can you say ROAD TRIP?
We left on Thursday and drove almost straight through only stopping for gas one time. We rolled into the Broken Spoke early in the evening, where we unloaded my stuff in record time. We then went down the road about a quarter of mile to where she was staying to check out her accommodations. We unloaded her stuff and immediately climbed into her roomies van (who hadn't unloaded yet) so I had to sit on Mel's lap for the short drive to Murphy's bar. We proceeded to get a couple of chicken wraps and a few drinks. Mel has got to be one of the loudest and funniest people I have ever known. We harassed the bar owner (who loves Mel) for our entire stay there. He even gave us a couple of drinks on the house! Ted, who drove was fairly quiet, probably because he couldn't get a word in edgewise...LOL Mel scratched her name into the door in the ladies room...hmmmm...maybe I should say Women's Room!! This was all done with the owners permission. By the time we left we were feeling no pain. Ted took us back to Mel's where our friend Charlie (who rides the Wall Of Death) followed. We decided we may as well start our adventure out right, and Charlie gave us both a ride back to the Spoke...all of us at the same time! Mel in front, Charlie, and me behind!!!!! We cut across dirt lots, parking lots and rode up the shoulder of the road (going the wrong way of course)! Y'all must be thinking we must have been really wasted to do this...but the truth is we would have done this stone cold sober, and Charlie doesn't drink. We got to the Spoke and Charlie rode us around in small tight circles until Mel threatened to throw up on him. Jay Allen who owns the Spoke was watching us and laughing. We said "hi" and talked for a few minutes and then it was off to bed.
Day Two
We did set up and worked our butts off in the heat. Business was slow so when Charlie came riding up around 10 o'clock wanting me to go ride in circles with him, Mary told me to go ahead, as we are always good for a few laughs. Charlie is one of the best street riders I have ever known and one of the few people I will ride behind. While Charlie was showing off, one of the Spoke "girls" came by and Charlie asked if she wanted a ride. She told him he was really rude to ask her, right in front of his girlfriend. I then convinced her that I was really his sister. What a sweet girl she was, and she became our favorite nighttime bartender. We did nothing but laugh and have a good time. UNTIL...back to work...
Even work was fun. I love to watch people and there is no better place to do this than at a bike rally! After we closed up we went over and had "a" beer and then off to bed.
Day Three
Same as day two but no more motorcycle riding as it was too crowded. Jay Lightnin' who owns the Wall of Death came by and asked us if we wanted to accompany him the large metal building which he affectionately called the "Slut Hut". Mary (my boss), Marcie, and I went to the bar and watched our favorite new bartender dance on the pole that was center stage! Wally (from the Wall of Death) and an old friend named Colleen were there. Colleen owns a business called Hot Shots. She sets up a photography studio and takes professional shots of your bike and you (and she has some gorgeous girls that can also be photographed with your bike, also). She set up a slide show of past rallies so I got to see pics of a lot of people I know. We had a blast. Off to bed...
Day Four
I am exhausted!!! I went to work and it was slow so mid-afternoon I went to Marcie's tent that was underneath a beautiful old oak tree where it was cool and took a little snooze...back to work. No bar for me tonight straight home to Sam's trailer. She was watching Superman Returns, which looks like a good movie but I nodded out.
Sam didn't ride the wall at this show due to her injuries but she rode the ballyhack out front. (This is a bike on rollers which is chained to the stage for safety just in case someone loses control. It all looks so easy but it really isn't. One of the other shows didn't chain their bike and something went wrong and it launched into the crowd that was watching our front.)
Days Five-Ten
We were busy, but we had fun working. Marcie, who was the other woman I worked with, became my cohort in crime and we hung with the guys from the wall who kept all the drunks and whore dogs away from us. I did have a chance to try Scuppernong Wine (Moonshine). It was really good, and Jay warned me not to eat the fruit which looks like miniature plums. He said they will mess you up for a LONG time. I heeded his advice and only took a couple of small sips. By the middle of the week I had almost no voice left due to the dust, talking so loud to be heard over the bands, and allergies. Our booth looked right into the stage. Friday and Saturday night they had the Jimmie Van Zandt Band which was friggin fantastic!!! They also had Guns and Roses and Bon Jovi tribute bands, plus several other good rock and blues bands. The bands started at noon and quit at 11pm.
Friday sucked weather wise, as it started raining mid afternoon. A lot of people still showed up for the Jimmie Van Zandt Band, though. Marcie and I finally got a chance to go to the slut hut early and get good seats for the male pole dancing contest. The winner got the opportunity to wet down the girls in the best breast competition. This has got to be one of the greatest ideas ever!!!! It was so much fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Saturday we were too busy to make it to the competitions but we had a great "end of the rally" party that night.
Day 11
Got up, loaded my stuff in Mel's car, got a Death Row T-Shirt, and hauled ass back to Florida!
The End
Mel from Hell, who is my friend and the bar manager of the Broken Spoke in Daytona shared a ride to Myrtle Beach. Can you say ROAD TRIP?
We left on Thursday and drove almost straight through only stopping for gas one time. We rolled into the Broken Spoke early in the evening, where we unloaded my stuff in record time. We then went down the road about a quarter of mile to where she was staying to check out her accommodations. We unloaded her stuff and immediately climbed into her roomies van (who hadn't unloaded yet) so I had to sit on Mel's lap for the short drive to Murphy's bar. We proceeded to get a couple of chicken wraps and a few drinks. Mel has got to be one of the loudest and funniest people I have ever known. We harassed the bar owner (who loves Mel) for our entire stay there. He even gave us a couple of drinks on the house! Ted, who drove was fairly quiet, probably because he couldn't get a word in edgewise...LOL Mel scratched her name into the door in the ladies room...hmmmm...maybe I should say Women's Room!! This was all done with the owners permission. By the time we left we were feeling no pain. Ted took us back to Mel's where our friend Charlie (who rides the Wall Of Death) followed. We decided we may as well start our adventure out right, and Charlie gave us both a ride back to the Spoke...all of us at the same time! Mel in front, Charlie, and me behind!!!!! We cut across dirt lots, parking lots and rode up the shoulder of the road (going the wrong way of course)! Y'all must be thinking we must have been really wasted to do this...but the truth is we would have done this stone cold sober, and Charlie doesn't drink. We got to the Spoke and Charlie rode us around in small tight circles until Mel threatened to throw up on him. Jay Allen who owns the Spoke was watching us and laughing. We said "hi" and talked for a few minutes and then it was off to bed. Day Two
We did set up and worked our butts off in the heat. Business was slow so when Charlie came riding up around 10 o'clock wanting me to go ride in circles with him, Mary told me to go ahead, as we are always good for a few laughs. Charlie is one of the best street riders I have ever known and one of the few people I will ride behind. While Charlie was showing off, one of the Spoke "girls" came by and Charlie asked if she wanted a ride. She told him he was really rude to ask her, right in front of his girlfriend. I then convinced her that I was really his sister. What a sweet girl she was, and she became our favorite nighttime bartender. We did nothing but laugh and have a good time. UNTIL...back to work...
Even work was fun. I love to watch people and there is no better place to do this than at a bike rally! After we closed up we went over and had "a" beer and then off to bed.
Day Three
Same as day two but no more motorcycle riding as it was too crowded. Jay Lightnin' who owns the Wall of Death came by and asked us if we wanted to accompany him the large metal building which he affectionately called the "Slut Hut". Mary (my boss), Marcie, and I went to the bar and watched our favorite new bartender dance on the pole that was center stage! Wally (from the Wall of Death) and an old friend named Colleen were there. Colleen owns a business called Hot Shots. She sets up a photography studio and takes professional shots of your bike and you (and she has some gorgeous girls that can also be photographed with your bike, also). She set up a slide show of past rallies so I got to see pics of a lot of people I know. We had a blast. Off to bed...
Day Four
I am exhausted!!! I went to work and it was slow so mid-afternoon I went to Marcie's tent that was underneath a beautiful old oak tree where it was cool and took a little snooze...back to work. No bar for me tonight straight home to Sam's trailer. She was watching Superman Returns, which looks like a good movie but I nodded out.
Sam didn't ride the wall at this show due to her injuries but she rode the ballyhack out front. (This is a bike on rollers which is chained to the stage for safety just in case someone loses control. It all looks so easy but it really isn't. One of the other shows didn't chain their bike and something went wrong and it launched into the crowd that was watching our front.)
Days Five-Ten
We were busy, but we had fun working. Marcie, who was the other woman I worked with, became my cohort in crime and we hung with the guys from the wall who kept all the drunks and whore dogs away from us. I did have a chance to try Scuppernong Wine (Moonshine). It was really good, and Jay warned me not to eat the fruit which looks like miniature plums. He said they will mess you up for a LONG time. I heeded his advice and only took a couple of small sips. By the middle of the week I had almost no voice left due to the dust, talking so loud to be heard over the bands, and allergies. Our booth looked right into the stage. Friday and Saturday night they had the Jimmie Van Zandt Band which was friggin fantastic!!! They also had Guns and Roses and Bon Jovi tribute bands, plus several other good rock and blues bands. The bands started at noon and quit at 11pm.
Friday sucked weather wise, as it started raining mid afternoon. A lot of people still showed up for the Jimmie Van Zandt Band, though. Marcie and I finally got a chance to go to the slut hut early and get good seats for the male pole dancing contest. The winner got the opportunity to wet down the girls in the best breast competition. This has got to be one of the greatest ideas ever!!!! It was so much fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Saturday we were too busy to make it to the competitions but we had a great "end of the rally" party that night.
Day 11
Got up, loaded my stuff in Mel's car, got a Death Row T-Shirt, and hauled ass back to Florida!
The End
looks like you had an awesome time edie! thanx for sharing!
