On the streets of NW Portland

Leaving the office this afternoon, I saw something that could really only happen here in Portlandia.

A very attractive young woman on a bicycle. Copiously pierced and tattooed. Singing at the top of her lungs with her arms in what I can only describe as being in the bicycle equivalent of the posture you’d use sitting in the Lotus position. Every now and then she’d sing ommmmmm.

You keep rocking it, bicycle meditation girl. You probably won’t need to stop quickly or turn today.

Having your hands near the handlebars is overrated anyway.

Since I’m writing this from my car, I’m quite tempted to track her down and swerve at her. Just to see how she’d handle it.

Mean.

I’m mean.

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