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My Trip: Jumping the Queue
I recently flew to the East Coast for a long weekend. As usual, I left straight from downtown Portland, leaving my bike at work, and riding the Red Line MAX to the airport. As we sped by alongside I-84, I looked at the hundreds of cars creeping along, nearly at a standstill, and I couldn’t…
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My Trip: Bike on Bus Challenges Smoothed by Drivers
A few weeks ago, I once again had to go to a medical appointment near Washington Square, and put my bike on the bus to get there. Much to my horror, just before we reached our destination, the driver stopped the bus and told me mike bike was slipping out of the rack! Apparently the…
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My Trip: Proof Positive that Bridgeport Village is a Hermetically Sealed Environment
Last week my usual commute to Wilsonville took a detour. Since I had a mid-morning meeting in downtown Portland, I couldn’t catch the 96 as I usually do. Since I also wanted to visit the Container Store (I’m an organization freak), I put my bike on the #12 and got off at Highway 99 and…
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My Commute: Michelle
I moved to Portland nearly two years ago. The trip across country took our trusty van as a sacrifice for making the distance in Missoula, so my ex and I arrived without motor powered wheels. Since I wasn’t willing to drive the beast we named Bert, this was not a concern. Especially given the fact…
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My Commute: Jeff Lennan
My Commute: 7th and NE Graham St to SW 12th and Morrison St About 75% of the time, when I go into the office, I ride my bike. When I do, my route is NE 7th St South to Broadway. I turn West and ride down to the Broadway Bridge. At around 11th, I turn…