There's supposed to be a new event, the Daytona Experience, out at Hwy 1 and I-95. We had already decided that today was going to be the day for the Iron Horse Saloon, one of our favorite spots. It's on the same road, so we got the bikes ready (translate: I got the bikes ready) to roll.
We pulled out and headed back across to the mainland, and up Hwy 1. As we passed Iron Horse, it looked like it was getting busy, even at 10:30 in the morning. We drove north another 8 miles to the Daytona Experience, and pulled in, along with a lot of other riders.
We picked up a few catalogs, and headed out for Iron Horse Saloon.
The place is amazing. At noon, it was already filling up, and we were directed to where we were to park. Since they park the trikes in a different area, Linda rode back around, and back to the front of the event, and I was parked under the huge deck.
Parking is free, and the entertainment is free. The Porchdogs were performing when we arrived, and as we picked out our t-shirts and patches we could here their Cajun-style music playing from the bandstand. We found the only shady spot along the dance floor, and settled in to listen. These guys were great.
With St. Patrick's day coming up this Saturday, when they saw the shamrock in Linda's tatoo they played an Irish song for her, "Whiskey For Breakfast." And Linda knew the song!
At one point during a lively tune Renee (the fiddle player -- could you guess?) came around to the stage and, without missing a lick, did a pretty good clog.
The accordion player (a "magic button" box, not a piano style keyboard, btw), picked up his newly painted pink fiddle and bow and joked around about it for a few minutes before he and Renee jumped into one hell of a "Devil Went Down To Georgia" rendition that rocked the house.
The Porchdogs performed until 2 o'clock when the Slipnotes took the stage. They had a drummer, an Elvis wannabe lead guitar, and a freaky girl on a green bass fiddle. They sounded better from farther away, so we headed over to the food concessions for some pizza.
We got a couple of slices of cheese pizza, faintly reminiscent of New York style pizza, and then climbed the stairs to the deck.
We sat up there, enjoying the warmth and sunshine, the music, the crowds, the constant rumble of the motorcycles, until almost 4. We headed out and back to the hotel for a nap before hitting Main Street after dark.
Main Street After Dark
We left the bikes at the hotel, and took a cab down to Main Street, just as it was getting dark. It was pretty much like Main Street during the day, only --- it's dark. Crowds, music, girls, motorcycles. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. We were told that it really got wild after about 1 am. Sorry to disappoint, but we didn't make it that late.
Anyway, here are some pics we took. These were at Cruiser's Cafe, where we ate dinner. Yum!
Finally, we found a server that Linda could pose with!
And, of course:
Home about 11:30, had a really good time.
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