At this point there are more bikins than grains of sand on the beach and you're rolling around in bright neon board shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, and a captain's hat you stole from a one-eyed old guy in a bar last night. In other words: it's Spring Break on Daytona Beach and life is good, real good. As your friend Badger rides into the sunset on a random tricycle you found, a majestic drink is placed in your hand. You make a sip and realize that this, this is a Daytona Beach: a refreshing and surprising mix of pineapple and mango that doesn't quit.