True story:
Last night, I stopped in at the Lucky Lab brewpub. I was there to watch Stage 12 of the Tour de France on their projection TV.
When it was over and I got back to my car, I noticed that parked in front of me was a
Toyota Prius hybrid. It had an "eat my voltage" sticker in the rear window. (Apparently, this is not unique to Portland.)
The car also had vanity plates whose five-letter message cleverly advertised the car's low emission rates. (I'm not repeating the plate numbers to protect the driver's privacy.)
And it had a Yakima bike rack on the back.
So really, unless we somehow threw in a Dead Head in a tie-dyed shirt, perhaps with a lit medicinal joint, that's about as Oregonian as it comes.
2 comments:
teh, life's great in Portland, ain't it?
What can I say--it's a wacky place, but I like it. Of course, technically, I live in Beaverton, so you could argue that for me, Portland is just a spectator sport.
bn
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