The final approval for Bikeweek events usually rests with the county council but for some reason this year that responsibility went to the Planning and Land Development Regulatory Commission  who in a matter of minutes voted down the campground and the Unimotorcycle races by rejecting the special exception request based on a petition from the residents of A Quiet Place In The Country.  This petition (with signatures from people as far as seven miles away from the site) objected to the race based on the additional noise and congestion expected. Since the area is located next to the Cabbage Patch that has about 25,000 people daily this objection seemed more than a little ridiculous. Willy was advised by his attorney that his not for profit corporation could still utilize the rented land to recoup his losses through T-shirt sales and membership sales although they  could not charge a gate. The unimotorcyclists also had the right to test their Beasts on the track as long as they did not charge a gate. However the Sherrif obviously saw  things in a different light, because on Wednesday of Bikeweek, as six of the unimotorcyclists gathered at the track to test their beasts a large contingent of county Sheriffs,with lights flashing and sirens blaring, swarmed into the field in true swat team style. As everyone stared in disbelief one motorcycle cop jumps his 1000cc cop bike up onto a stack of plywood and ever sooo…. coolly snaps down his kickstand. (neat trick Willy thinks) Now as this Defender of Justice descends the stack of plywood (glaring from behind his Foster Grants), he suddenly focuses on Les Defoe who is standing next to his beast Les is a 60 year old pilot who travels all the way from Canada each year to attend the races. The Deputy strides up to Les and snatches his beer can away and with all the power of a hydraulic can crusher squeezes the beer can an inch from Les's face, covering him with beer! "What the hell did you do that for?" ask's Les.  "Because I thought it was a bomb!", growled the cop. Well this is more than poor old Les can handle and as he breaks up laughing and says "well you Americans really are stupid if you can't tell a beer can from a bomb!". At that point the conversation degenerates to where the unimotorcyclists are informed that unimotorcycles were considered illegal in Volusia county and that they had ten minutes to leave the field or it would become a very unhealthy place for them. Not wishing to fight over a cattle field they set to the task of finding a place to race (They always race). Neighbors informed Willy that once again the owner of the Cabbage Patch had had been waging a campaign for several weeks to have the races stopped and had supplied his staff with    t-shirts which read "PARTY AT THE PATCH ITS THE LAW "