Do you know, Portlanders, that there is an I-205 bike path? I discovered it today and felt that I had learned one of the city’s secrets.
I rode along, saying “On your left, pardon me, thank you” to the occasional pedestrians who looked a bit surprised that a cyclist was actually using the path, listening to the nearby traffic, feeling smug and empowered.
That feeling only intensified when I got back relatively close to home — Grant Park — and discovered that, it being Friday night at the beginning of the school year, there was a football game going on, and the band was playing.
They were playing this**:
(Okay, they didn’t have three cellos and a full orchestra. But it sounded pretty sweet from a marching band, too.)