If anything, the Instagram posts reenforced to friends and family that Portland truly is weird. It was a Sunday morning and Bev and I had gone for a fifteen mile bike ride with a bunch of strangers dressed like dogs. When in Rome, they say, and so it must go. When in Portland, dress like a dog and ride in the “Tour de Lab”. Continue reading “A Doggone Good Ride”
A Doggone Good Ride
