Having said that, parking in the vicinity of Main Street, while not as expensive as parking out by the Daytona International Speedway, still costs ten bucks for cars and trikes and for a fin you can park your bike. Well, Counters, this olelongrooffan absolutely refuses to pay to park at any event so I just tooled around looking for a place to create a spot. As I was cruising around and was about three blocks from Main Street, I spotted this sign and there was a spot available just in front of
|I know, I am a bit far from the curb....Gimme a break will ya?|
So after about 45 minutes, I checked the time on my cell phone, does anyone wear a watch anymore? and decided to call it a day and head back to the Taj Mahal and set up a blogpost or two. Well, as I was walking back up Peninsula, less than a hundred feet north of Beach Street, I saw the female biker cop that thejeepjunkie called "Precious" a few weeks ago out at the Daytona 500. She was moving some barricades to block traffic and I hollered out to her. "Looks like a busy few weeks for you." She looked at me, then did a double take and said "Yeah, it's been a little crazy. How you doing?" "Still working on my effort to Celebrate Life. Why are you blocking off traffic?" "The Budweiser Clydesdales are due in about ten minutes. You aren't leaving are you?" "Not Now," was my response.
One of the woman in attendance noted this and said, "That horse is better behaved than my children" which drew chuckles from the small crowd. Then another woman chipped in, "That horse is better behaved than my husband" which got a huge laugh from everyone, including the horse dudes.
Later as they were loading up the wagon, one of the horsemen was sharing a story with a co-owner of the local Anheuser Busch distributor. Apparently at one time the powers that be at Seaworld instructed the horsemen for the Clydesdale team stationed there to put rubber shoes on those draft horses as they were tearing up the paver brick streets during their parades. Subsequently, one of the the men with the same last name as noted in that distributor's franchise was at the park and as the team was on parade, inquired why he couldn't hear the clip clops from those hooves. He was informed the management had required the placement of rubber shoes on those Clydesdales to prevent said damage. His response? In typical St. Louis, Missouri fashion, "Bullsh*t, the sound of those hooves on the pavement is as iconic as the Clydesdales themselves. I own this park and I own those horses and I want to hear those hooves and I don't care if we have to replace those paver bricks every day!" Everyone who was standing around there today and heard that story started laughing heartily at that story.
Even though this olelongrooffan has been told I can spin a pretty good yarn, that story is the Honest to God Truth!
Just as a side note, this olelongrooffan can hear, from 1,200 miles away, thehorsefarmer, thebarngoddess, sharkangel, The Little Princess, and, mostly likely, beautiful niece Sara correctly naming every piece of this harness system and silently scolding this olelongrooffan for not having that knowledge.
Well Counters, after the first six members of that World Famous Team were disconnected from that harness, the remaining two members toted that wagon around to the rear of the transporter that carried all of the harness gear. They were then disconnected and disrobed, if you will and led to one of the other transporters.
And know this, Counters, this olelongrooffan, today, was really able to