so, yeah. got in by 8pm, rolled to Rachel and Matt's place. last night, drank the best beer ever for just $3 a pint. woke up and rolled to Stumptown for tasty coffee, picked up the bikes at the Union Station - lovely - and then stopped to get Ben's Voodoo cock n' balls donut. While we built the bikes Rachel made the tastiest french toast ever. How much better does it get?
This time, we might not be coming home.
OK, so that's completely not possible but I think both Ben and I are getting to the point where we've had it with Chicago - the weather, the lack of good coffee, the lack of training areas/hills/trails, the weather, the weather, the weather. Last night, snow and single digits in Chicago but fifty degrees here. It's not like we're in a position right now where we can cut and run - damn you economy! - but I think we're both finding it really, really difficult to come to a place like Portland and see all that we're missing.
Oh, yeah, and there's a race today too. We saw folks in kit in the Stumptown downtown. Races here are big. Like, 5 times the size of Chicago races big.
Ridden and Reviewed Kona Libre CR
8 months ago
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you should do it. move, i mean. or make it a goal.
I almost mentioned in my last comment that you should skip Voodoo in favor of Sweetpea Baking Company. Their donuts are far superior, though last I was up there they didn't have donuts every day. Plus Sweetpea has the added benefit of being in the hippie communist... I mean, vegan minimall. Too late!
Also, if I may be so bold: consider that northwest weather does leave something to be desired. I remember moving to Seattle and thinking everyone was a wuss because once "winter" hit people braced themselves. The temperature rarely went below freezing! These people didn't know winter! I know winter! Wind chill factor! Subzero temps! Feet of snow!
Then February hit. By then I was a human slug. I needed an oversized spatula to pick my dragging body off the ground. Four months of little or no sunlight combined with near-constant drizzle will do that to a person. Even a strong one. I still love that damned city, though.
Plus everyone and their grandma is moving to Portland, and everyone and their grandma wants a bike job. Which means everyone and their grandma are on food stamps.
Yeah, Portland ROCKS! It’s the greatest place ever!
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