Main Street lights

It's the same idea that about a million other motorcyclists have, but it's a no-brainer—when you're in Daytona, you just have to back your bike to the curb on main street, sit back and watch the parade of bikes go by on the busiest stretch of asphalt for motorcyclists in the country.

For Calhoun, who's been coming down from Virginia for Bike Week for years, there has been a subtle change in the crowd over the past few years.

"More and more, you're seeing it all,'' he says, sitting back on his bike and surveying the street. "You've always had your Harley bikes, but now there are older bikes, touring bikes, younger people and sport bikes.''

As a Bike Week veteran, Calhoun says he always has one must-do when he comes to Daytona.

"This right here!'' he says. "You gotta do it."

You really can see it all on Main Street, from ultra-low-to-the-ground choppers maybe 3 feet high, to a rolling outhouse, from dual-sport bikes to full-dress tourers, from the '80s standard motorcycle still covered with salt dust from the long ride down, to the ultra-polished showbike that's been pampered its entire short life.

And the people? They're as diverse as they come. For proof, just check out Bob Crawford, of Greenwich, Connecticut. He's standing next to his bike on the sidewalk, wearing a deerskin tunic, a massive horned helmet, a long white beard that puts Santa Claus to shame and a big wide smile as he holds court with the people walking by. People laugh, point and then walk over to have their friends take their picture with Bob.