My man was in Daytona for a couple weeks riding, hanging out with his brother, and waiting on a major truck overhaul that we decided needed to be done to keep it running for a few hundred thousand miles more. I had been working long hours and traveling a lot, so he made sure to take my bike down to the beach so I could fly in and get a ride while he was there. I flew in on a Fri evening, rode all day Saturday, and flew back out on Sunday. Totally worth it to get the smell of salt air and warm weather riding in! I needed it!