In L.A., summer is typically ushered in with June Gloom, a mildly irritating time of limited sunshine. The opposite seems to be true of Portland, from what I’ve heard. June is supposedly the start of amazing weather. We got a tiny taste of it between some showers yesterday, but I’m so ready for warmer weather and the bike insanity of Pedalpalooza. I’m seriously going to palooze all over town, as I have been a little lost without midnight rides these past several months. I have scoured the ride calendar, and my own (im)possible itinerary follows:
Pierogies! I enjoy any opportunity to eat the food of my ancestors without having to make it myself.
Socks! I am a known sock hater, except when they’re hott.
Seeds! Seriously? This is a thing? Seed ballin’ through fertile Portland.
Various Gods! Solid theme with historic stops.
The ’80s! I like that this ride pits Strawberry Shortcake against G.I. Joe, as if that’s a fair fight. The ‘Cake gang has only one weapon in its arsenal: hyperglycemia.
Mystery! Riding an unknown path toward the sunset sounds like an L.A. kind of night (except for the direction the sun is heading).
Parks! Foliage, etc.
Obsolescence! A ride exploring the future of news is of interest to me as a recovering journalist.
More Obsolescence! Hitting defunct bars, starting at the rubble of the New Old Lompoc, where I miraculously survived the Lompocalypse double IPA.
The Ultimate Obsolescence! A tour of a high crash corridor. WTF?
Synesthesia! I’m in favor of anything high concept.
Words! Yes, Bloomsday nerdery.
Ghosts! A haunted library? Sweet.
Comics! A comic book party with a tiny bit of riding, I guess?
Murals! Street art, up close and personal.
Prince! I’m Team Prince, naturally, because he rides a bike.