Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Sue rides away

After 13 years in Alaska, Sue is running away to join the circus. The Lower 48 circus.

Sue is my longtime riding partner and the only rider I've ever seen use a mountain bike to assault a small mammal.

When she wasn't turning Stuart Little into a paraplegic, we shared several multiday rides and endured washboard gravel roads, mosquitoes, rain and the pistol-packin' weirdos that one tends to meet while riding from end to end on the Denali Highway, touring Prince of Wales Island or pedaling from Chitina to McCarthy and back.

Now she's trading the back roads of Alaska for big-city bike lanes and a life of dodging car doors and taxicabs.

Instead of eating greasy food in a dilapidated trailer in Coffman Cove, or sleeping among bears in the Wrangell mountains, she'll be pedaling to Ikea and then stopping at Starbucks for complicated coffee.

So long, Sue. I'll miss you.

Go easy on Portland's rodents.


Shawn Kielty said...

Complicated coffee?

Tim said...

You know, complicated coffee. That stuff that takes 5 minutes to order because the people who drink it have to add all that crap about skinny this and double-shot that. Mochas, lattes, caramel, yadda, yadda, yadda.

And it costs at least four bucks and always seems to be served by young people who cultivate that starving-bohemian-college-student look even though they're displaying at least $500 worth of tattoos and body piercings.

If ya can't walk in and say, "I'll have a coffee, please," it's complicated coffee.