Girls gifted me with a fairly ginormous box of Swobo'Liciousness the other night, after summoning me mysteriously to World Cup Caffe [which by the way beats the living snot corpuscles out of the Ultra-Bitter/Ultra-Tiny double espressos they call double espressos @ Stumptown] with a rogue text of "Meet us, like NOW-@ World Cup on Cedar Hills". So I obeyed, and rode there hard.
Wowzer. Wool knickers, Cottonwood jacket, Wooly Zipper Hoodie and a green Winged-Goat technical shirt! Too much, and all after fellow-Bro-in-Saddle: Jim had sent me a large box of hand-me-downs of some really nice & usable stuff! Too cool.
Extremely warm, repels water like wool should [found that out in real time after exiting the caffe shop in the pouring & quite windy/cold rain... 20 minutes after returning home, they were dry as new] and look great... these are keepers. Truth be told, this all happened the night before Thanksgiving and I haven't stopped wearing them. They are VERY comfortable.
The next day, Thanksgiving Day, I went on a longer ride after making our feast, and upon return, we dug inward:
Round #1: Heirloom Acorn squash stuffed w/Artisan bread, wine, shallots, wild mushrooms & fresh herbs...
[from 12 o' clock around clockwise] stuffed mushrooms w/fresh herbs, Shitakes, aged-oak sherry & shallots|Cranberry compote w/blood oranges, orange & lemon zest, vanilla beans and champagne|smashed Yukon Gold potatoes w/roasted garlic, chives & flat-leaf parsley|sweet potatoes w/balsamic, walnuts, raisins & chiles | and last... sauteed green beans w/fresh lemon, garlic oil & lemongrass.
The girls love[ed] it [they are still eating it nightly as leftovers, I made way too much].
What else... oh, we move Tuesday & Wednesday off & out of The Tron and into PDX [finally]. So that's a good thing as we can finally see and experience what we came out here for. Finally.
Amy took some covert snaps of me rawking The Barracuda [perhaps one of the single most Air-Drummistically friendly songs ever recorded -and the only playing I do anymore these days]:
Rolled a 10-miler with the girls today [on the most friendly route I've been able to devise on my daily rides] and had a great time even though Chloe kept announcing that there are "just simply too many humans and their cars alive in the world today". We survived, and it's fitting that they got in one good ride before saying 'So Long' to The Tron O' Beaver.
Down the Hill and Off to Portland next.
Keep Ridin'... Always