A few months after I moved to Portland, I had this dream that I was on a bike and just flying past traffic jams. It was such an elated feeling. When I got a bike, I rode it EVERYWHERE. My car was very dangerous to drive (I didn't do any maintenance on that car) so all I had was my bike and the bus. I loved my bike.
Since then, we've sort of drifted apart. We see each other now and then but it's just not the same. It's never as comfortable, never as natural as it was in that first summer.
We reconnected tonight. Portland's annual bikefest, Pedalpalooza kicked off on yesterday. They had bike porn tonight. Most of it was tounge-in-cheek (not literally) humorous stuff. It was all very heterosexist. I could go off on that for a while but if I want something else out there, by golly I could make it. Towards the end, it started to get explicit and there were larger shots of the female anatomy than I ever wanted to see. A friend walked out and I joined her. A group of us went on the Midnight Mystery Ride (pictured above) afterwards. Interestingly enough, it went to the Springwater Corridor where I just was the other night.
My bike treated me good but I don't know if we'll be seeing that much more of each other. The scooter is my main man now.
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