MOTORIN'

Today was a gorgeous day in the fabulous city of Portland. Sunny and warm even. I just got back from a motorcycle ride with MP, and I have to say it was invigorating! My hunger to experience everything I can in life negates my unhealthy preoccupation with dying, and I am a FAN. It was so much fun. Sooo scary at times too, but so much fun. We went down Burnside and up through Washington Park, then up up up Skyline into the hills. I wish I'd had a camera. The view was spectacular. There was a mist surrounding the hills in the distance, and a CLEAR (wha??) view of both Mount Hood and Mount St Helens.

There is something that amuses me about the motorcycle community. Every time two motorcyclists pass each other (note: I'm not using the term "biker" because I think it brings to mind a specific image), they wave or nod or at least signal in some way. It's usually a pointing sort of wave. It always manages to catch me off guard that we all have to acknowledge each other like we're in a secret club. It's like we think we know something that people not riding on motorcycles can only hope to catch a glimpse of someday. Maybe it's just that motorcycles are dangerous, so what we're acknowledging is something like "Oh, you're a badass too? Right on." It's pretty funny.

(This photo was from a previous ride.)