Today was a somewhat usual commute. I had a nice leisurely ride to the MAX station, and hopped on the red train. It was a nice relaxing ride to the Goose Hollow stop. I got off, hopped on my bike and started the rest of my bike commute. I ride over the hill and through downtown Portland before crossing the river. I've found just the right speed to hit all of the lights on the way down, and if I hit my left turn and step on it, I don't have to stop for a light until I get across the bridge. Today, however, it was a bit different. On my way down the hill I got behind someone that slowed me down. I don't like to pass cars on my bike, but I was thinking about it today. I ended up hitting 3 red lights before I even hit the bridge, ugh! That wasn't too bad, I was just relaxing today. I did get behind one guy who decided that he didn't have to use signal lights before crossing from the middle lane to get a parking spot at 5:40am. After leaving a portion of my back tire on the pavement I showed this idiot that he was number 1.......right against his drivers window. The deer in the headlights look that I got confirmed that he had no idea I was there, even though I had my headlight on.
The ride home was generic, but one thing that I encountered just made me laugh. A lady got on the MAX and was standing right behind me. She was wearing some type of perfume that was very strong. I'm not sure who makes it, but it smelled just like the scented urinal cakes in the men's room.
It's always interesting when you deal with people in a public transit system, or while riding a bike. Its a personal experience that you just don't get driving a vehicle.
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