It was a beautiful day in Portland yesterday. Clear skies, warm weather and a nice bike ride that ended in tragedy.
It was a really nice ride form my Aunt's house in Beaverton to downtown Portland. My Aunt, her boyfriend Rick and I were going to just take the train or drive downtown but it was such a nice day. We rode up hills, through neighborhoods and down a forest trail. At the bottom of the hill just south of downtown, we stopped at a pub for a beer and a quick bite to eat.
Our ride followed the river into town where we stopped at the Saturday Market to walk around a little. It was crowded but in a good way. All the people were fun to watch and all the booths had interesting mostly artsy things to sell. After awhile we headed back to our bikes to find my lock cut and my bike stolen.
Middle of the day and tons of people everywhere and my lock was cut!? What the f*$%! Rick rode north along the river and I took my aunt's bike south to see if we could find the bike. No luck. First day I get my bike out in Portland and it is stolen.
This happened to me once before. When I first moved to Fairbanks I had brought my bike with me. A month into the school year I was biking with a group into town. We parked the bikes and locked them up only to come back to a cut lock and my bike missing.
My new bike is super sweet. I got it last Friday after spending a good week test riding, price shopping and fact checking. Specialized FSRxc Comp.
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