So on Friday, this olelongrooffan was out and about just checking out some stuff I could post both here in the Hooniverse and on my personal blog, By The Numbers, about the whole Bike Week thing going on down here at the Home of the World’s Most Famous Beach.
I came across a pretty cool exhibition of a bunch of old Harley Davidson and Indian motorcycles, the blog of which I have in draft form and will post in the next couple days.
I also spotted this pimped out 80’s era GMC pickup that appears to this olelongrooffan to have had some pretty extensive modifications. As has previously been seen in our Hooniverse.
And as I was driving south on Beach Street in the toney riverfront area of the mainland part of Daytona Beach,
I spotted this ole rat rod that may or may not be to everyone’s taste.
After I gathered up a few images of it, this olelongrooffan was walking south on Beach Street and noticed a not previously known to me collectibles store and I walked right by it. A few paces down the street, I stopped and turned around to check it out.
I mean, I’m certainly not in the financial position to acquire any high dollar autographed collectibles but I thought I would at least see what was to be seen.
I opened the door to that rather smallish shop and noticed there were alot of people seemingly milling about. I was just checking out the framed stuff they had laying around and pretty much ignoring the crowd.
I then looked up and saw a whole bunch of buffed, youngish men adorned in flak jackets and POLICE t-shirts.
Almost immediately one of these muscular dudes approached me asking “Hey, What’s up?”
This olelongrooffan took another look at all of them and then looked back at that young man and inquired, “Am I in the wrong place?”
His response? “Yes, you are.”
And this olelongrooffan beat it the hell out of that shop and headed back to the Taj Mahal here in the Birthplace of Speed wondering what was going to transpire this afternoon down there in the World Center of Racing.
Well, my fellow Hoons, on Saturday morning I brought up the Daytona Beach News Journal website and (you must follow this link) this is what I found.
Yeah, I unknowedly walked right into the middle of a Federal raid and I shit you not. At this point, I must ask every one of my fellow Hoons to remind this olelongrooffan to never stumble upon a Customs and Immigration raid ever again in my lifetime.
Based on the buff factor of those dudes, they don’t mess around.
The Honest To God Truth.