Ah, the end of Daytona Bike Week for another year. For those who missed it, here is one last look at the traditions and rituals of this unique culture. Allow me to translate...
There is no tribal division between worker and participant. Case in point - an enthusiastic Bike Week spectator decorated in the traditional garb of fishnet, leather, bathing suit and boots.
Not to be confused with this member of the Bike Week community - a paid employee who will happily allow you to drink moonshine from her navel.
Customs: When one of the male members of the society falls victim to dehydration, it often becomes necessary for one of the females to administer fluids. It's a First Aid kind of thing. The woman you see here is a modern day Central Floridian Joan of Arc.
This alpha male member of the tribe was chosen to protect others and keep them out of harms way. We know this because of his hat, reading "SECURITY" along with the Harley Davidson pocket protector.
Art: The Daytona Bike Week culture places high emphasis on musical multitasking. What you see here is a combination foot piano, fiddle, harmonica and drum. Song of choice? The Devil Went Down to Georgia.