We are in Daytona Beach FL for bike week. It is crowded, loud, busy, traffic backed up for miles everywhere. I have never seen so many motorcycles in my life and remember…..we have been to Sturgis! The campground we are in is so crowded: tents, motorhomes, trucks, bikes, camper vans, 5th wheels, storage trailers converted to RV’s, regular RV’s, golf carts, Yurts, Oh my God!!!! You can’t even tell there’s grass in this park, and there may not be by the time it’s all over. We have been to downtown Main Street, full of boobs, bikers, bars and T-shirts. We have been to a flea market, with more bike parts than I have ever seen. We have driven our truck on a packed beach full of people. You would think I would be miserable…given my number #1 choice is quiet and nature. Actually, I am having a blast. I think the noise is appealing, like we are with our tribe. I wouldn’t want to travel like this all the time. The joy of full time RV travel is the balance: a month in a quiet forest, and then two weeks of loud pipes. The RV park is entertainment in itself. Some of the set-ups are hilarious…a group of older, gritty lookin’ bikers are camped in tents with a big PRISONERS WORKING sign designating their space. Another hand-made hauling trailer with a wind chime made of beer cans and bras. Many of these folks are Canadian, the predominant language in the park is French. You can also find a lot of Spanish and a whole group shipped their bikes two weeks early and flew in from Germany. Bikers are everywhere: it is a melting pot of culture, language, age, race, size, color and shape. It shows me how we are all very much alike, and that is a lesson everyone should learn and keep in their heart, including this very average American middle-aged biker chick.