As Americans, 40% of our vacation time is spent at the beach so a weekend at Bike Week with Jackyl wasn't my first rodeo.
This time, though, I went down there with all the razzle dazzle of a Duck Dynasty vacation, or a Swamp People's Ball.
It was a first for me. First time I've ever been to the beach without actually stepping foot on the beach. First time I've ever been anywhere with Jackyl. And the first time I've ever been to Bike Week, anywhere.
I took part of my legal team with me and I've been told there are certain things I shouldn't speak of. I also don't remember a lot of what did happen.
I can say with some certainty that it was fun, though. A weekend with those Jackyl dudes will take years off your life. I think I now have five years left to live instead of ten.
And a great weekend wouldn't be a great weekend if I didn't wind up giving the Leprechaun from Full Throttle a ride to the House of Blues so he could retrieve his pot o' gold and Irish walking cane.
If you ever get the chance, go see them put on a great American rock and roll show. Jesse James says it best himself. "This is for people who like NASCAR and rasslin." F#*& yeah it is. It couldn't be anything else even if we wanted it to be.