Of all of the venues, parties, concerts, shows, races and huge events that go on at Daytona every March, I enjoy the parade down Main Street the most. It’s not an organized parade like Macys in New York, but a spontaneous styling, profiling, high fashion, celebration of the diversity of motors, and their owner’s style. Complete with all of usual Biker Suspects, clowns, custom bikes, drunks, music, beach wear, loud pipes and leather clad road warriors, Bike Week has become not just an event, but a spectacle the likes of which you may never see anywhere other than Daytona. A fun reminder of the free spirit that drives all bikers into this wonderful eclectic live and let live care free hobby/lifestyle. The most important stop on my Daytona tour two times a year is always a five or six hour stay on Main Street sitting on my Harley and simply taking it all in. Usually I do my parade watching on Friday evening of the final weekend. On this day, it seems to me that the excitement hits the high of the week as revelers anticipate the excitement of the final big weekend. Similar to the red carpet at the Oscars, attendees anxiously wait for the celebrities of the biker world to arrive "strutting their stuff" down the main street stage.
Those on the street bask in the glory of being part of the show while taking in the show at the same time. The bikes, the fun, the beautiful women, the gags, the costumes, the crowd and the tradition of meeting in the same place every year for a celebration of motorcycles makes Daytona the undisputed champion of biker events.