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winter starts when i say it does.
Dec. 7th, 2009 03:40 pmand that, my friends, might just be right now. but i am still biking (!), even though this morning was 22 degrees and "felt like 14" (said the interwebs). there was some crazy gusts of air business (winds out of arctic, said ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thetathrees ) which, for moments, was so cold and powerful, i felt underwater with my lack of breath, air. that said, 14 feels like 22 feels like 32 feels like 40; there's not been some huge difference in my ability to bike based on temperature alone, and portland has been uncharacteristically dry for almost 2 weeks now.
go figure, we're cold enough, but not wet enough, for snow. sad.
this past saturday was nopdx anticon, the counterpart (exclusively pubcrawl) to the caco's santacon. a group of us went as Nihilist Gothic Santas.
four non non-blondes.
anticon (2nd annual) took place all around north portland (my diggs!), with 5 routes that were available a few days ahead of the event. i was pretty excited to see that some of the dive bars near my new 'hood were included on the list of stops, including such gems as "the mouse trap" and "farmer's barn." we gothic-merry few met up with several hundred santas outside the world famous kenton club, after which we walked to the mayor's house. beyond there, santas began to separate into different groups.
highlights of anticon included: egg nog, watching a reindeer throw himself into a stopped car (?) and then onto the road, duct tape santa, mimosas, found presents, a loaner megaphone, thai lunch, elvis santa, the locals at one of the dives calling out to us, "coal miners! COAL MINERS!" (wut) and then another santa actually giving us coal, being interviewed by some AZ morning show host, cthulhu santa, bananarchy.
i bailed out of the anticon antics around 6PM or so, mostly because it was very clear santa had no idea what santa was supposed to do, and i invariably turned into a (brief) group leader, whilst santas became increasingly more drunk, and less cool (e.g. banging on the locked doors of the alibi does not a mutually positive experience make: they ain't gonna give you drinks, and they ain't gonna regret their decision to lock the door; still, shame on alibi for changing their mind without communicating that to the leaders). on my way back home, at george's tavern, i spotted many santas and...bananas. which was a rumor i heard the day before, but in no way expected to be true.
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tonight the portland international speedway is doing it's bikes-only winter wonderland evening, and i'm pretty excited. 2 miles of lights! 17 degrees! i'm officially insane. but the power of proper gloves and leg warmers compels me.
thetathrees ) which, for moments, was so cold and powerful, i felt underwater with my lack of breath, air. that said, 14 feels like 22 feels like 32 feels like 40; there's not been some huge difference in my ability to bike based on temperature alone, and portland has been uncharacteristically dry for almost 2 weeks now. go figure, we're cold enough, but not wet enough, for snow. sad.
this past saturday was nopdx anticon, the counterpart (exclusively pubcrawl) to the caco's santacon. a group of us went as Nihilist Gothic Santas.
four non non-blondes.
anticon (2nd annual) took place all around north portland (my diggs!), with 5 routes that were available a few days ahead of the event. i was pretty excited to see that some of the dive bars near my new 'hood were included on the list of stops, including such gems as "the mouse trap" and "farmer's barn." we gothic-merry few met up with several hundred santas outside the world famous kenton club, after which we walked to the mayor's house. beyond there, santas began to separate into different groups.
highlights of anticon included: egg nog, watching a reindeer throw himself into a stopped car (?) and then onto the road, duct tape santa, mimosas, found presents, a loaner megaphone, thai lunch, elvis santa, the locals at one of the dives calling out to us, "coal miners! COAL MINERS!" (wut) and then another santa actually giving us coal, being interviewed by some AZ morning show host, cthulhu santa, bananarchy.
i bailed out of the anticon antics around 6PM or so, mostly because it was very clear santa had no idea what santa was supposed to do, and i invariably turned into a (brief) group leader, whilst santas became increasingly more drunk, and less cool (e.g. banging on the locked doors of the alibi does not a mutually positive experience make: they ain't gonna give you drinks, and they ain't gonna regret their decision to lock the door; still, shame on alibi for changing their mind without communicating that to the leaders). on my way back home, at george's tavern, i spotted many santas and...bananas. which was a rumor i heard the day before, but in no way expected to be true.
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tonight the portland international speedway is doing it's bikes-only winter wonderland evening, and i'm pretty excited. 2 miles of lights! 17 degrees! i'm officially insane. but the power of proper gloves and leg warmers compels me.
