Muggy and in the '80's, watching a drunk fellow vomit into the gutter.  Ah, so this is Daytona Beach.  Yeah, this isn't going to work.  Maybe after I get to see my quarters for the season and put the AR-7 together, a weapon I don't think I can legally own or operate in this state, I'll feel better.

A meal and a nap would be good, too.

Wow, this place is a mess.  However, if I were a customer in search of tattoos or "ape-hangers" for my motorcycle, this would be Mecca.  I want to drive on the beach at least once, but there is so much trash there that I would fear for my tires.  Also, judging from some of the characters hanging out, I'm not going to let go of any of my stuff.  I felt safer surfing in Haiti.