And it was definitely Portland. My commute back from the west side was great, until I got into downtown. Then….
A pickup was pulling out of a parallel spot along the street I was on, and doing it badly. I saw it in plenty of time, but I didn’t anticipate it swinging really wide as it exited its spot. It was a little closer than I’d have liked. The truck’s license plate? PMS INC.
A chopper Harley kept getting way up in my space as I was heading towards the east bank. Really, dude, I don’t want to be your next best bud. Wait….your shirt says ‘I Heart Weed’ – clearly I’m not his next best….bud. Additionally, his riding skills indicated he was a sunny day rider.
A guy in short shorts and a skimpy tank top crowded me on the other side as I was crossing the bridge to the east bank. Lack of gear is usually inversely proportionate to rider skill, and this one was no exception. Clearly, it was noob day for two wheels.
Finally, my radio listening was interrupted by a severe weather alert warning of severe thunderstorms and half-dollar sized hail. I was really amazed to discover my GPS had weather (I didn’t remember it having weather updates), and then realized that I had no GPS – I was on my Scrambler and I still haven’t set up my GPS mount. It was…just the radio. Derp!