Only in Portland

Another morning walk story -

We're on our morning walk - me and the pups - and there's an area of the NE neighborhood that's not so much an alley as it is a walkway to the park. It spans about 4 blocks. We're in this area and up ahead I see a guy on a bike next to a large hedge, but he's not on his bike. He's dressed like 90% of the bicyclists you see in Portland. Well, basically he looks like Lance Armstrong. I can't tell what he's doing but he's off the bike and messing with something - I assume he's texting on his cell phone. I get within 6 feet of him and he takes off on the bike away from us. Two seconds later I'm in a plume of pot smoke. I walk through it thinking "Really, dude?" and then start laughing. Duuuuude! Eeere! I envision a person passing a joint to the next in the circle... We pick up the pace to a jog for me, a trot for Forest and a lumbering, pulling-of-the-leash for Tiger. Our ETA for the dog park is about 6:30am on this morning. Wow, that guy is hardcore! All the bike riding must stave off the Cheetos-induced calories.

Seriously - Only in Portland.