Tour de Portland

Portland loves bicycles.  More so, Portland hates cars.   I drove across town in the RV and it was a surreal experience.  The city is mostly on a grid, but streets just end, or become one way in the other direction, or aren't paved for 3 blocks.  Unless you take a major road, you end up weaving aimlessly through neighborhoods.  And then there are the "bike" streets, where bicycles have the right of way.  Often they are in residential areas and have no stop signs, but have speed humps and you hardly see any cars on them.  And drivers here actually stop for bikes, sometimes even when the cars have the right of way.

Given this environment, we took Kellen on his first city bike adventure.  Shelly, with Eva on the trail-behind, led the way on the 4.5 mile ride to Voodoo Doughnuts.  We dropped Eva off at her summer camp on the way, and then headed across town.

On the road to doughnuts, dropping off Eva

Voodoo Doughnuts is a site to be seen.  Crazy shapes, sizes, and flavors.  And in their second location, no lines.  Kellen was in heaven, and the reward of doughnuts made this ride, his longest ride by a factor of 4 or 5 times, worth it.

The many faces of the Voodoo Doughnuts

Score!

After buying the doughnuts we said our good-byes to Shelly.  Shelly rode on to work with fresh doughnuts for her morning meeting (which she was late for, but it would appear the doughnuts are a suitable hall pass).

Shelly, doughnuts in hand, sneaks off to her meeting.

 Then, Kellen and I braved the 4.5 mile ride home, this time more uphill.  It was a long ride, but Kellen was amazing on his urban cycling adventure, riding with great aplomb.  The reward of awesome treats was the maple frosting on the doughnuts.

"Blunt" doughnut, next to the "Tang" (yeast with mango filling).