The first Saturday night of Bike Week was like Dante's Inferno delivered by an F18 jet in your mailbox. Perfect weather so perfect storm of thick crowds, boozy bar bands, and always the roar of Harleys and wannabe's revving the engines just for the helluvit. There's an amusement park next door where you can be shot up into the night dark on a reverse 10-storey bungee, but most night crawlers got blasted by the nonstop parade on Main Street.
We can't report what happens by midnight because without earplugs we had to retreat by 8pm. No worries --- there's encore every night!
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