as Portlanders, that is. there are now more bikes than people living in our house.
a couple weeks ago, the boy and i spent a steamy saturday afternoon outside by the river, celebrating all things bike, brew and alternative energy at the tour de fat, brought to stumptown with love by new belgium brewery. (if you live west of the mississippi and the tour is coming to a spot near you, i completely recommend checking it out.)
this year's tour brought with it 100 degree temperatures - totally ideal for standing outside for five hours drinking beer, no? but everyone was happy, the beer was frosty, there was shade to be found (sort of. if you squinted.) and good times were had by all.
michael phelps was there, celebrating his 97th gold medal.
and in portland, friends apparently DO
N'T let friends wear green terry cloth shorty shorts.
there were frankenbikes to play with.
i might have been a little obsessed with the one with sneaker wheels.
there were bands, and a pancake-making-backpack-contortionist (word), and an all-girl minibike dance troupe revue, and even a guy who traded in his car for a sweet custom bike. to say nothing of the new orleans style funeral for the Escalade. (um, clearly the tour de fat is not invited to my native detroit).
(ignore dorky picture. the combination of 6 hrs in 100 degree heat plus beer does not lend itself to cuteness.) i rode it all the way home, complete with stupid grin. what a great day.