Worst Day of the Year Ride

This past weekend we went down to Portland with some friends for the Worst Day of the Year Ride.

We stayed at the condo, did a whole lot of nothing on Saturday with Uncle Ben. The Melickrells and Dylan and Grace joined us Saturday afternoon.

Sunday we donned our Tweeds as we transformed ourselves into the Hillman City TWEED DWEEBS. We looked HOT. We lost Best Costume to a group with tin foil on their heads. We were robbed.

The weather was perfect, sunny and warm-ish. Portland is a delightful city to ride around. Few hills and very well marked routes. We saw new parts of the city and somehow arrived at our favorite neighborhood around Alberta. Laramie and Grace even managed to purchase earrings at Donna & Toots mid-ride.

The weekend concluded with some hot-tubbing, pizza and a cherry red Vespa with a sidecar.



Thanks for the memories.