So the other day, I was like, fuck yeah, I’m gonna do me some naked bike ride in Portland. Lets get this going!
We group up, we meet at my house. We get mostly naked. Hit up the park with our sweet wheels, and shed some clothes.
Finally we roll up and get to pedaling. All good, over the bridge, legs getting a bit tense from the hill, but hey, I got this shit.
About half way through, we are rollin’ by Applebees. This is right at 15th & NE Halsey, and my peddle screws off. Yep, but I didn’t crash, just had to turn, grab my peddle and hit the sidewalk. I sit, half naked, and wait for my husband bring some tools.
Well that night, we fix it and end up rollin’ back home. The next mornign, I’m looking at the picture, and I notice the street sign. I’m like, shit, my peddle broke down right at NE Halsey. Then I take a close look….what, the, fuck.
Apparently this sign is some type of bad voodoo, cause THIS IS THE EXACT CORNER THAT MY BIKE PEDDLE BROKE!