...no I've never been to Daytona.
You've been to Daytona..
No I've never been to Daytona..
You're Sh*#!ing me..You've never been to Daytona...
(This is the conversation we had in the car on the way to St. Augustine for the day)
NO JON I've never been to Daytona. I wasn't allowed to traipse on down to Daytona, then I moved away when I was 19, remember, moved back when I was 26, and I've been with you since...and we haven't been to Daytona. I missed those formative partying days in close proximity to Daytona.
But you went to a race..
**So to Daytona we went...in the middle of Biketoberfest**
It's like a nicer Jax beach area. Lots of bikes. The racetrack is cool, bigger then I expected. Of course I wasn't anticipating going to the beach, so I was hotter than can be in my denim, looking like a tourist walking down the beach with my purse!!
We sat on a bench laughing as some guy with a rented long board was in knee deep water, who could barely sit on the board, wobbling to and fro as his girlfriend tried to get a picture of him in the waves. Trust me it was hilarious. Then he tried to swim out further with his board sideways, as the waves are kicking his butt, throwing the board back at him, on top of him, to the side of him....only to come back on shore beat up...but he got his picture. It was too funny. But then again I had my trusty purse!!
We had a great time, of course all the while talking about how neat it's going to be to take our child to all these places. The dominate subject in most of our conversations. So anyways my Daytona cherry is popped!!!