Portland -! There are almost no cars on the roads.
And yet, the journey down NW Everett is interminable, ruined by drivers who cannot locate their gas pedals should they encounter a green light.
The left onto Broadway is marred by misfits, who casually walk anywhere in the street, tumbling like tumbleweeds... ineffectual or disinterested in locating a crosswalk.
Bicyclists. You must sooner or later accept the reality that despite your absurd manner of dress you have not, in fact, become faster than a car simply by becoming more aerodynamic.
NE 33rd, I cannot even begin with the sudden jolts and slowdowns, the highs and lows. I cannot bear the ambiguity, the sheer, sad impotence of the inexorable crawl.
Have you no sense of urgency Portland? No fucking balls?
Thanks for reading,