We finally leave Daytona, right!

Can you believe it?
We picked up the bike, packed up and headed for the Keys.
About 100 miles down I-95 Ron decides he wants to travel closer to the water. Leaving a stop light his belt rolls off the bike in Sebastian, Florida.
I kept waiting for a response from Ron, I mean, come on, he's got to blow. His verbal response was "I think this is kind of humorous". I felt helpless.
A passerby took Ron to the local bike shop. Ron ordered a belt, got a tow to the shop, and the shop took 24 hours to replace the belt.