Spent a few hours in PDX for Case’s birthday. Sipping sangria, playing croquet in the park in the dark. No bikes ridden. Short walks taken. Pleasant conversation. Drunk as hell but no throwin up… On one of the walkabouts, Clair bought an 18 pack of Busch to take to a backyard cedar shingle fire pit party. I carried the beer for a while and said to myself, “this is heavy” then I took a closer look and it was 18 tall boys. A thing of beauty that I’ve never seen in Seattle. Portland has it figured out.
If that’s not RAGBRAI training nothing is. Add Comment
word. I'll be the white guy on a bike... but you can find me sitting in the shade across the street from the beer store in (insert small Iowa town name here)No really, I'm serious.
