After reading my last comments, my friend Kim astutely stated: "So, where is the ranting!?!" Point taken-and perhaps I should change my title to "Rose City Reflections"-but first: an attempted rant.

A word on Portland's hipster bike riding snobs:
Hey you-yeah YOU with your pant leg rolled up on your vintage jeans and your oversize black bag slung just so over your skinny, tattooed little arm. You who wears buddy holly glasses, Betty Page bangs and keeps upgrading your earplugs to ridiculous gages. You vegan vagabond who hails predomitnately from "NoPo" and turns your anti corporate nose up to anything and everything you can. You twenty something bike messanger who agressively hogs the roads from other bikers(or so say my biking friends) and glares at the motorists-villifying our fossil fuel follies. You...you... YEAH YOU! GET OVERYOURSELF!!!! Take er down one notch and climb down off your "high horse" pimped out peddling pile of poo. Wipe those dreads out of your face and smell the organic free trade soy stumptown latte my little eco-nazis. Cuz your giving bikers a BAD NAME!!!
Just because ya got TWO wheels instead of four doesnt mean you have to act so STUCK UP!! And for your information, I LIKE my red, industrial steel foreign made fossil fuel guzzling pickup truck! And if you acted a little nicer when we share the road together, maby I would tell you that I have actually considerd making it run on biodiesal. But noooooooooo-you cut me off, flip me off, and leave me seething staring at your anarchist patch saftey pinned perfectly to your black hoody. Why like this little biker? WHY. LIKE. THIS? Had I been a meaner person I would have passed your ass in a flash thrown a steak in your face-and left you choking on my fumes on the way to Texaco. But, instead I will leave you with a simple plea: BE NICE YOU LITTLE BASTARDS. For the sake of bikers everywhere. Because, truth be told, I am beginning to hate you all.

How is THAT for a rant eh? I have to admit it was fun-but next time you can expect more "reflections".