About the Book
Flesh, booze, hogs, crotch rockets. It never stops. Besotted profligates and brain-crushing decibels pound the streets and back alleys of Daytona Beach. Street evangelists scream threats of fire and brimstone through 15-watt bullhorns. When Bike Week rolls into town, there’s a thin line between iniquity and pitchin’ a wang dang doodle.