The shrill screech of seagulls served as my wake-up call as the airborne seabirds hovered in the swirling winds outside my third floor balcony. I wondered why they wouldn’t leave, worried that I was destined to be the unwilling star in a remake of Hitchcock’s The Birds. I would find out later that some idiot two floors above me was feeding them bread scraps, inciting them to a frenzied feeding state. Begrudgingly I drug myself out of bed and made haste to the Daytona Beach Hilton for the annual breakfast held by the AMA and the Motorcycle Hall of Fame Museum.
The heart and soul of the motorcycle industry, pioneers who helped forge and mold our industry with their grit, guts and determination had congregated  … Details & Pictures