Daytona Beach, Florida to be exact. Small but fetid town on the East coast of the state, located in Volusia County. If you haven't been to Florida, my best examples for comparison would be Ocean City or Virginia Beach. This is actually a fairly quiet town except for approxiamately four times a year: either Bike Week or Biketoberfest, Spring Break, or any of the numerous hated Nascar races at the Daytona International Speedway. I don't have much else to say about the place other than I was born there and believe me when I say you only wanna visit, you don't want to live there. Oh, and try to go when you can see the bikes.

I'm not a big fan of living in Daytona, even though my parents love the place and would probably try to move there if they didn't have decent jobs in South Florida. It's a part of North Florida that's firmly locked in the deathgrip of The South. If you like down home kinds of people, then Daytona might be your paradise. Otherwise, it'll get on your nerves pretty quickly.

That said, one thing I do like about Daytona is the beach itself. Daytona Beach's sandbars are ridiculously wide, and so firmly packed that you can actually drive on them as if they were pavement. In Hallandale Beach, my sort-of hometown, all the high-rise developments on the coast have basically eaten away the shoreline, to the point where the beach itself is only a few yards wide in some places... and that sort of thing happens all over South Florida. Daytona actually had foresight, and enacted zoning codes to cut off high-rise development within a certain distance of the water (a mile, iirc), so that the hotels and condos you see on the shore there are only a few stories high: hardly enough to lead to large-scale erosion.

The water's warm, and the sand's wide. Now that's what Florida's all about.

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