November Third.

Today was distinctively not November Fourth.



But it was Tour duh Portland, or how to spend 5.5hrs in a long sleeve skin suit, with a thermal vest.



I decided to ride out to the 11/04 CX race on, uh, 11/03. Yeah, I'm used to racing CX on Saturday and never gave it a 2nd thought. Not as bad as the time Wells gave Mapel a ride to the Durango airport the day after his flight left, but its a pretty good one anyway.



1+X=2 started to come together about 5 miles from where the race was supposed to be...with over 1000 racers at these things, I found it curious that not a single car had a bike on the roof.



That's when I looked on my phone, figured out the X=wrong day, and laughed my ass off.



I've felt semi-lost trying to navigate around this city...so today's journey went pretty far towards orienting both how to get around, and where to live, or not to live.



Upon figuring out I was 24hrs early to register, I figured I'd scope the park out, talk to some fly-fishermen, grab a snack, and take the long way home...not that the 40miles out to estBFE wasn't far enough, but at least the journey would let me take the hills home ala La Ruta.



The Burnside hill was discovered after I tore around downtown for a bit. There's a major leaf epidemic going on, and I swear I saw the National Guard raking.



All in all, it was a pretty cool day, and a great way to see the city...and I didn't even have to get off the bike and run.



Its nice to see Trefarm got his grandma undies straightened out and is back to riding like he knows how to.