It’s Monday morning and we are in Daytona but will soon weigh anchor to head up to St Augustine. Interestingly, as we have moved north from the Keys we have noticed that the temperatures are cooling a bit each day with last night being the first where we needed a blanket, or sheet for that matter, in the last few months. I sure hope that it doesn’t get too cold as we make our way to New Bern over the next few weeks. I sure hope that the Carolinas are warm in mid-April. Fingers crossed.
We had a nice walk in town yesterday. The main drag is very pretty but it was sad to see that there are many empty store fronts in spite of everything that has been done to make it look inviting to visitors. 
Yesterday was the last day of what is known locally as “Bike Week” here in Daytona. It seems that this event is the largest gathering of motorcycles anywhere in the US with hundreds of thousands attending. And while we were here on the last day of the week-long event, there were still plenty of bikes around, thousands actually. 
Everywhere we went there was the constant din of barely muffled exhaust from an endless stream of cycles riding by. While the biggest part of the event was on the ocean side of Daytona, we saw many bikes on the main land side, where we were.
I guess that Daytona is a great place to have a dealership and this Indian shop was really hopping.
Plenty of “lady” riders. How about this his-and-hers duo. Guess which was “hers”? And her clothes were about as subtle as her bike. 
This little number, probably not a “factory ready” bike, boasted 475 HP.
This “bike cab” isn’t likely to get a medallion in NYC. Perhaps a call to Uber would bring him to you.
Loved the paint job and leather work on this bike. Pretty impressive. 
And, this “retro” bike was great. Our son Rob’s dog Bo would look terrific riding in the side car, with goggles of course. 
And this one was a bit scary looking. If it was mine it would have to be black to complete the picture. 
Brenda’s post about our visit to Daytona was particularly good so check it out here.
Speaking of Brenda, she often writes about our exploits from a different perspective than I do and while I hate to admit it, her post about our harrowing experience the other day at Ft Pierce inlet pretty much captures the moment, er moments. It’s pretty clear to me that this was a classic CLM (Career Limiting Move) for me. I guess I had better tread lightly for a while.
Fortunately, as stressful as Ft Pierce was, last night’s dinner was anything but that. Looking pretty mellow and ready for a steak dinner with fresh potato salad.
After dinner we enjoyed watching the city lights play on the flat calm water. 
Even our cockpit table sparkled.
A great evening all and all.
So, back to today and motoring up the ICW which I expect will also be pretty low anxiety. Perhaps the memories of “Friday the 13th” will wear off as we enjoy the sights of St Augustine for the next few days.
While we continue our cruise north on the ICW thousands of bikers will be cruising home too but I guess that they will be doing it “Daytona style”.
Well, it’s time to make the coffee so we can get underway on this beautiful day.
Yes, it is indeed a beautiful day aboard Pandora.