Next we prepped for dinner: Tonight's theme: leather night. Of the 1,500-plus HOHS members, practically all of them took leather night as if they were hitting the streets of Sturgis or Daytona, sporting leather vests, pants, do-rags, chains, boots, tight skirts and skimpy tops. The looks on the faces of the "regulars" (the non HOHS crew members) were priceless-they were definitely jealous in their formal attire of stuffed up penguin suits and poofy prom dresses. You could tell that they wanted to relax and cut loose like the rest of us. Dinner was excellent; order all you want of a four-course, five star meal. After dinner we wandered into the theatre for the first nightly giveaway show for HOHS members. During the show thousands of dollars in parts from 20-plus vendors were given away along with cash prizes and cabins for future cruises. MC Roy kept us all in stitches with his quick wit, funny stories, and questionable attire. Then it was back to the room to rest for the next day.
Slip, Slide, Splash!
Ochos Rios, Jamaica
Spent all day at sea, but there was plenty to do on the ship. The vendor booth area was open with top vendors such as Kryakyn, Fat Baggers Inc, Dragonfly Cycle Concepts, MC Advantages, and Legends Air Ride displaying parts and bikes and educating attendees about their products. The Belly Smacker contest was a big hit...err...splash (it was a toss-up as to who won between the biggest splash and the reddest belly).
Our first stop was Labadee, Haiti. Labadee is a private island owned by the Royal Caribbean cruise line. It's a beautiful peninsula with more activities to do than time allows for. Race down a multi-story zip line as your feet dip and skip over the crest of the waves below, snorkel, pick up some Haitian souvenirs from the locals, or join in the HOHS T-shirt swap. It was on the island that we found out the captain of our ship, Johnny Faevelen, was a Harley guy as he cruised the island on his canary yellow Road King (we knew there was something cool about this guy).
Back on the ship we caught a glimpse of the ladies competing in the Treasured Chest contest-and not a single one was a sunken chest! Later that night the dinner theme was '50s/'60s/'70s-poodle skirts and tie-dye never looked so good together.
Second stop, Ochos Rios, Jamaica. After spending most of the day wandering the nearby shopping center and mixing it up with the locals (love dem Jah-may-kahn accents, mon) we wound up at the party hot spot, Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville. We quickly learned that every stop had a HOHS party location where the HOHS crew would take over the bar for a few hours. We had heard great stories about this watering hole, but what we saw was way more than we ever expected, and more than what we can show in this magazine. Let's just say there seemed to be some sort of mystical force in the tunnel of the waterslide that caused many women (and unfortunately some men) to lose their swimsuits. Several hours later we found our way back to the ship, tired and full of Red Stripe and jerked chicken. The dinner theme for this night was Mardi Gras. After dinner we hit the tattoo contest; there was amazing ink on some of the contestants. But what was even more amazing was the number of people who had HOHS tattoos. Some even had multiple tats (one for each year they attended) and got paid 50 a pop per each one-definitely some die-hard fans.