Who kept order at the busy intersection reminding riders that Duval was closed, as though that weren't obvious even to the oblivious, and to cross the street before the next pair of beds came flying past. The crowds were huge along the street but it was an easy going bunch of people who came out to check on the weirdness galloping down the street. The spectators, unlike at Fantasy Fest, kept their street clothes on as they gave their off spring an education:
As it is there is more animosity welling up between the Upper Keys and the Lower Keys, never mind Cuba, over this Conch Republic fantasy. Peter Anderson who styles himself the Secretary General of the Conch Republic is involved in a copyright dispute of embargo proportions with a group of copy cats in the Upper Keys who have seen the popularity of the Key West festivities and want to peel off a piece of the action themselves and hold their own more suburban gathering of the "Northern Territories of the Conch Republic." Rather than have a bed race to sort out the rights to the name (which seem obvious in light of Anderson's longevity) they are going back to the real roots of the Conch Republic: The all American Courthouse.