For motorcycle racing fans in the U.S. March means Daytona, and the beginning of the new racing season. For the first time I experienced it first-hand rather than on the telly or page. It was pretty much as I had expected it to be--for better and worse--but there still is no substitute for the smell of race fuel and howl of racing engines at full rip. What follows are a few samples from my Bike Week.
Apparently for some Bike Week means something other than racing on the high banks. The diversity of humankind never ceases to surprise.
The following three days brought familiar actors, even if the stage was new to this noob.
Until next year . . .