Gangs came from the mainland for their annual motorcycle biker party or whatever. But it wasn't just bikes. Anything mobile qualified, at least for their (hella loud) display in the West End. Scooters. Skateboards. Bicycles. Someone had a hoverboard. Kids chasing on foot. Everyone was just excited for a little action, and then at night they took the party to French Harbor and beyond.

Petrosun near French Harbor, Roatán, Honduras.