You’re not invited. Don’t come. It’s canceled. It’s not often that these sentences are the very words that promote a run, let alone one of the craziest ones that Florida has to offer. This subliminal messaging worked, becoming the call to those who were brazen enough to ride some of the oldest, shittiest, and unique motorcycles built.

Slowly throughout Friday, riders trickled into the Desert Inn, a converted hotel that used to be an old trade post that doubled as a brothel. From the Desert Inn, riders embarked on the 140 mile trip from Okeechobee to Daytona. But what good is a run if it all goes according to plan? The smallest gas tank of the group was 45 miles to a full tank, one rider broke his frame, and then there was the weather. Midway through the ride, clear skies gave way to storm clouds, opening up intermittent rain storms on the group of over 50 riders and passengers. It also gave partygoers a well-deserved shower. Storms be damned, the group pushed on, stopping only for gas and beer. The last stop before the Cabbage Patch brought riders to a pre-party sponsored by Robinson’s Motorcycles as well as Biltwell and Chop Docs; while there, participants exchanged stories, jokes, drinks, and smokes. The perfect ending to the worst ride that didn’t invite anybody happened at the infamous Cabbage Patch, where a wild rooster stole beers and awards were handed out. 12-Pack Jack quickly regretted his decision in hosting us on his property after a few rogue bikers turned the campground into a flat track and burnout pit.

Thanks for the good times and thanks for not showing up.

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Cheers,

Liam