As the end of the afternoon approached, with Panama City Beach becoming increasingly filled with roaring motorcycles (which frankly got a bit old after a while), I left the arcade and decided that I'd head west out of town to find a place to eat and sleep along highway 98. A couple roared past me on a motorcycle, and I decided to follow them for a bit. Dude could really ride, and he and I quickly locked in and began working our way through traffic as a team. At an traffic light we made some introductions, and I asked him where a good place to eat was. Turns out his partner works at a Mexican restaurant and the three of us decided to ride there so they could introduce me to the staff. Sometimes you get lucky.