In Daytona. Leaving momentarily. Will be in South Beach Tuesday afternoon. Yes!!!!!!!!
A little bummed, though. I spent a week at the beach in North Carolina, working off the farmer’s tan I had developed riding from east coast to west and back again. It was nearly normal, my tan. Three days on the scooter and I’m back to sporting the same tan. Doh! Even worse, I have motorcycle tan.
Motorcycle tan (which, I’m not sure if it’s been documented yet or not, but I’ve got it) is where you ride all day and, because of the way your hands grip, the top half of your fingers are tan while the bottom part (from the middle joint down to your fingernails) remains pale. I look like I’m a member of some weird cult. Possibly their leader.
Careful, Scott. Arrive alive.
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