You might have read about the panacea of easy living, good food, and green living know as Portland, Oregon. Everything you’ve read is true and it’s also a falsehood. Especially that statement about it being the place where young people go to retire… Continue reading “Going, Going…”
Fifteen sailboats, one motor yacht, one trawler. Those were the only boats I saw on the Columbia, today, the day after Thanksgiving. Force 3 wind. One dumb guy (me) with just oars. No lines. No shopping. Fantastic.
“I can’t let you leave here with those handlebars,” said Dean sternly.
I looked at my mechanic in surprise. Those handlebars were intended for my new bike, and I’d chosen them carefully. I thought they’d be extremely comfortable, and they looked stylish to boot. “Why?” I asked a bit defensively.
“They just don’t look right on you,” he growled. Continue reading “Dean’s Garage”
It can be hard to get a teenager out of the house at times, but when you do, the results can be quite good. Case in point: When the Columbia was roaring along during the spring freshet I convinced Merry to come mess about in the backwaters of Smith and Bybee Wetlands. Continue reading “Messing About with Merry”
The party is almost over. Since late fall, there’s been a raucous gathering each night in downtown Portland… and man is it loud. Come daylight, the sidewalks are a mess, the revelers are starting to disperse, and for us early risers who experience the aftermath, it’s not a pretty scene. Continue reading “Party Time”
As a daily bike commuter, I work hard to be noticed by cars. It seems that even with my dorky reflector vest and light system, cars still don’t notice me; it’s scary. If that’s the case, I began to wonder why so many bikers don’t use lights at night… Continue reading “Light Up the Night”