You want to go on a bike ride with me, don’t you?
It’s 7:30 in the morning. We meant to leave earlier but there were tires that needed pumping . . . Son’s bike helmet . . . water bottles. But now we’re ready to go. The morning is still fresh and we have sunshine for the first day in years . . .
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Pedaling into Portland, I imagine — with such energetic glee – myself living there, the wonderful smells of restaurants, the shops, pedestrians and cyclists and people sitting at sidewalk tables.
But wheeling home at the end of the day, I am so glad I can pedal into Portland for a day-cation, but come home here to rest my weary head where all I smell is the drying grass hay and all I hear are birds.
what MAKES it | BREAKS it
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+ splendid day-cation possibilities in close-range
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– bike lane (westbound) out of Portland, between St. John’s bridge and Linnton is far too narrow
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+ and biking to get there
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– camping trailers, big semi-trucks far too close to bike lane in that narrow section
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+ bike lanes along Hwy 30 mostly clean of debris
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+ bike lanes feel safe to ride
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+ the regional organic, local scene
- – coveting thy neighbor’s farmer’s market
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I wish I had gone with you! In my alternate life, I will fly out on regular intervals to join your day-cations!