At Daytona Daves, Desert Dave or whatever other aliases he's got.

We rode past Daytona Dave's on the way to Willie's but he wasn't there, after we left Willie's this loud as hell KZ 1000 pulls up next to us and I look and see it's Dave with his girlfriend on the back. We rode up to the fiasco that is Destination Daytona and went back to Daves. On the way there Jim suddenly had no gears, lookit the linkage came out. Dave's place is amazing, it's a compound filled to the brim with incredible machinery, a 55 Chevy here, a 392 Hemi powered deuce 5 window there, a KZ built 30 years ago with a Vertex mag, all kindsa good shit and an attack dog called Sheba to let you know to stay the fuck away.