2006 Daytona Bike Week Photo Gallery

Got ca$h?

See, not all the choppers are Harleys.

Main Street: Tattoo and party central.

Evel Knievel was holding court with his traveling museum.

Choppers, flying in formation.

Another view of the A1A gridlock.

The age-old ritual of 'Show us your t…s!'

Dropped custom Hayabusas are almost as common as choppers, or so it seems.

Unfortunately, this is the only gratuitous babe shot on this day.

The view along A1A approaching Main Street. If you have a weak clutch hand, take the back streets!

Italian Pride!

This cool custom Harley with apes seems to be following me around. In a town with over 100,000 motorcycles, I've seen it five different times, in three different places.

The Chinese mini choppers are getting more and more intricate.

Main Street during Bike Week, kinda like Mardi Gras with bikes.

The Razorbacks are the house band at the Bank on Main Street. They rock.

A cool tank special effect, seen on Main Street.

A pair of customs from Grandeur Cycle.

Beer anyone? Daytona's beer girls run the gamut from sexy to scary to sad, but they're always attention getters.

The scene on US 1, near Millers.

For all of those old timers that complain there's no more old 'basket case' machines out there to restore, I perform this public service. The sign reads, '1930 H-D, with title $6300. Needs Tires.' You

This WWII-ified Flathead 45 is a good example of one of H-D's lesser-known antique models. The 750cc motor was always in the background compared to the Big Twins and Sportsters, with a low-compression

Sportbikes are making up a larger part of the motorcycle contingent in Daytona.

A Victory demo ride gets back, while Big Bear Choppers eagerly awaits the return of their fleet.

One of the prettiest small-block V8-powered bikes I've ever seen.

Redneck engineering makes one of the coolest custom chassis for Sportster motors around, as evidenced by these four rigids.

Rigid frames, springer front ends, 1930s technology, cranking through the International Horseshoe perilously close to the edge of a really hard compound tire. Some of these machines have hand shifters.

Air-cooled 350cc, drum brake-equipped motorcycles circulating on the high banks.

Aaron Greene's single-sided rigid was one of the most unique bikes I've spotted all week.

Voodoo choppers had no shrunken heads or chicken sacrifices anywhere near their booth.

Inside Destination Daytona, Jesse Rooke's Vintage tribute bike sits next to the real thing.

The wall murals in Double D were still being painted when we arrived.

Capturing the true magnitude of Destination Daytona was hard to do even with wide angle lenses, so I took a few shots to attempt it. This is the inside of the H-D Dealer.

This is a combo shot showing both this chrome Softail, and the back of the Destination Daytona dealership.

This is a shot from way out in the parking lot of Destination Daytona showing the dealer (left) and the condo complex/mall on the right.

The Hess! Where the Hayabusa is king.

This GSX-R came off the assembly line basically ready to road race, now it's only suited to street race and pick up chicks. Beautiful, ain't it?

Probably in an effort to stay in the good graces of Johnny Law, this enterprising young man strapped a dyno wheel to a trailer and does wheelie stunts without ever touching the ground. It's surprisingly fun to watch.

Apparently there are a grand total of seven GSX-R750-RRs in existence that escaped the crusher, Mario owns one. 127 horsepower was a lot to make from a stock 1989 machine, but it did at the AMI Dyno shootout.

I kept hearing about this chopped CBX from people and finally got to see it in person.

While I have no official attendance figures, I can say that Daytona is spreading faster than it’s growing. The Main Street crowds are way down from what I’ve seen.

The Triumph Rocket 3 girls.

The star of the H-D show water-cooled class was this fat-tired blacked out honey with a single-sided swingarm.

The Buell class had a couple of nice bikes in it.

A pair of fast-looking Dynas were the bikes I most wanted to ride at the Ride-In show.

The classics class features an interesting mix of custom, un-restored and restored old machines, like this old Shovelhead Dresser.

The Harley Expo inside the Ocean Center.

There are live bands playing everywhere, with no less than 10 stages along the Main Street bars and at least one at any significant gathering spot. This is at the Full Moon Saloon on Main.

You go, beer girl.

Looking for something to bring back for the family? Main is a good place to look.

Caption contest anyone?

While not the picture of motorcycle safety (or comfort), she does look to be having a good time. Yes, that’s a towel she’s sitting on.

“Well, that was fun. Back to the frat house?

'Mommy, if we fall down and I get road rash, and you’re a ‘tater since I’m the only one wearing a helmet, and I have to change your diapers… I’ll still love you'

Eagerly they await their chance at dyno glory.

It was a down year at AMI, the American V-Twin stuff hadn't cracked 200 and a blown Busa had only gotten 511. The record is over 700.

The Brute Horsepower Shootout brings together custom machinery from both sides of the spectrum. (psst: that ZX has two turbos!)

Hang out, crowd the windows for a couple minutes of screaming motor, rinse and repeat if needed.

179 hp was 3 shy of getting Hank Groh's Bandit onto the board in a class that included built Hayabusas.

Jesse Rooke attempts to get his custom-built SuperMoto bike running properly. We also saw him using it like a pit bike.

Kawasaki has Bubba's streetbike on display in their tent. Bling!

Some of the winners of the custom bike show at the Nextel Fan Zone.

The speedway after dark, and a view up the tailpipes of the Ducati superbikes.

Ducati Superbike riders Neil Hodgson and Ben Bostrom hobnobbing with the press after a tough day of qualifying.

As opposed to the very businesslike infields at most stadia, Daytona has a recently renovated Fan Zone, which for a premium, you can talk to interesting gentlemen like this one, or sit down for a beer with Kevin Schwantz.

One of the seating options available to general admission ticket holders was sitting right on the road race surface, which makes a nice, banked grandstand effect.

When you're James Stewart, the spotlight is always on.

Racer on the start line: 'Look at the board, look at the board, look at the board.'

Bubba, Ricky, and a couple of friends, doing what they do best.

Honda's Kelly Smith really kicked ass in the first heat.

'Oh, great chief Tomoka. Take this humble machine as tribute to your glory.' Or how I almost got busted by the law.

A random Bike Week patron who happened to ride by while I was shooting a magazine article. He later came back to ask who I was shooting for.

Custom sportbikes, by the time I left there were twice as many and all really nice. If this were a performance test, I'd feel sorry for that VMax that got tossed in the deep end with these brutes.

Some sweet metric bobbers, and the check in line behind them.

The Classic Standards class brought back some clean oldies but goodies.

Metric, SAE, or whatever else, a bike show always starts with a ritual washing.

Live from Daytona's BBW. Readers from urbanized areas of the country will have a good time. Others (at least the melanin-impaired) might freak out.

The calm before the storm: Awaiting the start of Supercross on the Daytona trioval.

I don't know how the teams feel about it, but I love the new fishbowl-style garages at Daytona.

Could this be the beginning of a seventh AMA Superbike title?

'Hello my name is Mat Mladin and this class is called Racecraft 101. Any questions?'

'Would you look at that. That's one fine piece of machinery.'

Darn, these people stepped between me and a great view of the new West Tunnel.

This four-cylinder Dodge-engined bike is seems somehow even more massive than a V-8-powered Boss Hoss.

Rock on, outhouse drivin' brothers!

This bike's suspension lowering abilities negates the need for a kickstand.

I never got around to asking how the rear wheel is driven on this thing, but rest assured, this little mini really did move under its own power.

Why have two rear wheels? Why not?

Fiberglass galore on this four-cylinder custom.

Inside the Peabody Auditorium past winners are displayed with the trophies.

A custom-framed Rebel?! Take a close look, everything on this machine is hand-made or custom.