I rode. My bike. Downtown. And I’m still alive to talk about it.
I almost fell over trying to look behind me. I barely missed some guy’s red truck door swinging right into me. I lost my clock/ mileage tracking thing. And I’m pretty sure I got honked at a couple times (and likely cussed at inside closed windows) for not really knowing what the hell I am doing on a bike in downtown Portland.
I’m hot. Sweaty. And stinky. I think I’ll revert back to taking the bus.