I suppose you may have to have a long memory for this to feel like a saga, since the last time I was able to partake in (and thus write about) the City of Portland’s summer bicycle count was, I think, three years ago. Nevertheless, it feels like a saga …
It’s pretty sweet to live in a part of the world where I can get out into the wilderness on a bicycle in a day. With 5 precious days off last week, I wanted to strap on a backpack and walk into the backcountry, like way the heck off …
… Which is to say, messily, with piles of things accumulating around the living room and scandalizing the household until, tomorrow morning, it all comes together into two panniers and some random bike bags and I’m off! (is that a bear can I spy??:) It may not be …
Every so often (rarely, thankfully), it makes the most sense for me to drive the work truck home from work rather than bike home. Technically speaking, driving home does make my commute take less time, so it takes maybe 45 minutes instead of 70. So technically speaking, I suppose it …
