Beginnings, Endings

Time for a ride, kiddies. It began in cool overcast and fog, and ended on a sunny deck with beers. As per usual.

all smiles

A run out and over the St. Johns bridge to Germantown, where that bastard of an ascent awaited us. We so many other riders coming down Germantown, once again proving we’re total idiots for going up. Silly. We then rode upon Skyline with every single other Portland rider who could be out on their bikes. Every. Single. One. It was awesome to see! The sun on the ridge line was glorious. You could almost say the weather on the back half of the ride was perfect.

Hey Robbie, where does Satan live?

The Goose welcomed us to her feathery bosom for the city’s best pizza and some swill in the sun. Rad.