i thought having more bikes than people in the house made us nearly-official portlanders. according to my coworker this morning, i've officially made it, well, official.
... this morning found me in the lobby of my office building in too many layers - including rain pants, one of the least flattering garments known to god or man - with water flowing off every inch of me, shlepping my bike helmet and saddlebags. and apparently (this, according to janine, is what pushed me over the edge into full-blown oregonian status) under my seriously bedraggled bangs, i looked pretty happy about it.
if you would have told me a year ago i'd be biking to and from work in the dark and the pouring rain dressed like a complete idiot i would have told you that you were out of your fucking head. (for starters, i'm afraid of bikes. and there is no way in hell i would go out in public in rain pants.)
stupid portland corrupting me.