One of the unexpected perks of commuting to Portland for work has been getting out of my own neighborhood and town and having new experiences. I love downtown Portland, its older neighborhoods, and diverse people. Portland definitely has personality. This bumper sticker sums up many people’s idea of Portland.
Weird can be fine, but sometimes it’s a little much. For instance, I left work in the middle of the day for a doctor appointment. Up ahead I noticed two people chatting. Nothing memorable until I drove past them. There’s nothing quite like glancing to your right and looking right at someone’s bare butt as they bend over. REALLY?!! I was so shocked that all I could do was laugh out loud in disbelief then immediately break the law by calling my husband on my cell phone while driving to tell him.
The only problem with sharing this experience with my husband is that he is a police officer. I didn’t get the reaction I was looking for. He sees that and more all of the time.
I think I should call one of my girlfriends instead.
Sometimes all it takes to relax is letting the wind blow in your hair. For me this meant driving 60 miles an hour in my minivan with the windows down today. Not exactly the picture of cool, but I knew my husband would be arriving home soon on his Harley-Davidson Sportster. Then we could go for a real ride!
I haven’t ridden with him in about 3 years due to due a pot hole that crammed my spine together and warranted a visit to the chiropractor. Personally, I think his bike is made for a 100 pound, twenty-something passenger with a skinny, little butt. Definitely not me anymore, but I just had to experience the wind rushing by.
So…I donned my helmet and grabbed a camera. (The photos are in order taken while my husband drove.)
This picture is a little blurry, but if you look closely, you can see the grass airstrip. Pretty cool.
The ride was great and my backside has recovered. Thanks, honey!