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.