Another alarm at 530 got me out of Portland before the sun burnt the fog away. Re-packed the bag and practiced my bungee cord skills attaching it and the skateboard to the sissy bar. Proper bungee cording is an are to be mastered if you're living life from the saddle. Out of Portland within 15 minutes and backtracked the Oregon Trail along the Columbia River. Beautiful scenery! The brisk temps and fluffy fog made me throw on my thick long gloves.
Downtown was small compared to back home, but nightlife packed a hard punch! There wasn't anywhere in the two blocks of clubs and pubs that you couldn't hear GOOD music playing, or anywhere that you couldn't turn and not see people smiling and dancing to the music. An hour of walking and listen to some sweet jams and chatting up some Boise State babes led me to a conversation with Brett who pulled up as I was about to leave in his flat blacked trimmed down Goldwing. What do ya know, he was born in Torrance! A few motorcycle stories went back and forth and he explained why he hasn't wanted to ever move back to the South Bay in a pretty persuasive way. We parted ways, but not before he gave me a card to his bands page. Check 'em out! www.growlerhowler.com. Rode helmetless back to Gregs, ate some donated sausage pizza, and knocked out hard! I'm going to miss this place.