Aaand alright, back home. Transmission’s not in the best shape or the best gear and neither am I so a bit of a slog towards the end but good times.

Glad I took this trip. Went places I normally wouldn’t, saw some cool stuff that reminded me Portland is amazing and I love it.

Stopped at a red light and another bike came up behind me blasting hardcore punk, when it turned green and he passed it was an old greyhair in flannel with the countenance of a Prussian aristocrat.

Think this is just what I needed to lift my spirits. Life’s gonna be alright.