Breakfast at Tvigfäni’s
What a brilliant idea, meeting up at IKEA Portland. Breakfast is only $1.99, and there’s plenty of parking.
Spring Scoot 16 kicked off Friday night. A large crowd descended on the Green Dragon brewpub, though for the first time in a long time the crowd was mostly vintage scooters. In fact, the handful of modern Vespas were outnumbered by Honda Ruckuses.
There were 15 of Honda’s naked scooter, seven from Seattle! I pondered the significance of this: Ruckus riders have often felt unwelcome at events like this, but every one I spoke with said they (and their bikes) were made welcome by everyone. The Ruckus may well be the new vintage Vespa, the bike you ride to stand out from the crowd and make a statement of how you see the world and your place in it. Or maybe it’s just that parts (especially go-fast goodies) are easier to get.
The weather gods looked kindly on us, with a window of mild weather opening Friday afternoon and set to close sometime Sunday evening. But as you can see in the picture, it was quite windy.
The assembled scooterists divided up into teams and set out on a journey described by the organizers as “a bit geo-cache-ie, a bit scavenger hunt and a bit sordid peep show traipsing.” We’d be stopping at cemeteries and tittie bars, both of which Portland has in abundance.
Our group proclaimed Orlando fearless leader, mainly because he said he knew where all the stops were.
It had been a while since I’d ridden in a group, and even longer since I’d whiffed the quantities of 2-stroke exhaust being emitted as we traversed the main drags of North and Northeast Portland. While the streets were familiar, the parts we rode on were new to me.
The geocaching took place in the parks and the cemeteries. In the bars it was only a matter of finding the right person, and with one exception they stamped our passports and sent us on their way. The exception? Well, it involved a pole, and I suppose the less said about it, the better. 🙄
As the afternoon went on, our passports filled up and we worked our way ever closer to the afternoon BBQ. Our group crossed paths with another larger group on MLK, and everone ended up at the home of Those Darn McCabes.
I was ready for a beer. A PBR, of course.