I sat in a rocking chair out at the Beaver Biker Bar, out front admiring the different bikes that went by on route 1.
The unmistakable roar from a pack of Harleys pulling in. I glanced out and see the riders dismount, strutting their stuff like arrogant snobs. After a long ride from south Florida, they’re ready to rest and relax and call it a day. Away from the hustle and bustle of the beach and away from the tourists.
It was a beautiful day at Ormond Beach, and many were ready to hunker down and start boozing and corn holing. We all know bikers can get wild, but this place doesn’t seem too rowdy.
I stopped here on the way from Daytona Beach heading north to Georgia to see Mom. Wasn’t really looking for a biker bar, but just a place to grab a quick lunch. And with plenty of outdoor seating and the wrap-around porch, this looked like a good place to make a pit stop.
The bikers may be cocky but are very loquacious.
“Here for Speed Week?” one inquired. Dressed in black leather vest and blue jeans. His old lady was by his side with long red hair was wearing a lace-up front halter top and black, leather boots to match.
I nodded yes and informed him that I just attended the Busch Clash the day before. When you’re in a Biker Bar, you speak only when spoken to and you stay in your lane.
It’s a party atmosphere here and there’s lots of character. A few bikers chatted admiring each other’s bikes. In the back, a couple of RVs were parked and their owners were sitting on lounge chairs enjoying the sun.
When you are free to ride about the country, you are welcome to travel wherever the road takes you.