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“The necessity for separation was created by segregation during Daytona Bike Week’s dark past. Black Bike Week — on Second Avenue (since renamed Dr. Mary Mcleod Bethune Blvd) — has grown to be the laid-back alternative to the crazy world of Cole-slaw Wrestling, high prices, machismo at the silicone-enhanced version of the event. Visitors to the annual Daytona Beach Bike Week celebration have taken home many, many traffic citations as souvenirs. But the story of biker legend Tommy Asberry during the Daytona Bike Week of 1971 has to be among the most memorable of them all. “I was ticketed for parking my Harley-Davidson Electra Glide in among all the Hondas and Triumphs on Main Street,” said Asberry. “The police told me I couldn’t be parking a bike there, leaking oil like that, so I had to move along.” Of course, oil-seeping Harleys are as much a part of the Daytona scene as overpriced beer and cheap T-shirts you’ll never wear. Asberry’s problem wasn’t the color of the 40-weight dripping from his crankcases
