Le Tour de Portland (The Tour of Portland)
Une jours (Day 1)
The Grand Depart Minneapolis
The Dreamer, The Lover and The Voice of Reason began their journey in the majestic Humphrey Terminal.
At O'Kelley's. With Guinness's. And grins.
An elated bar tab carried positively onto an delayed airline flight. So much so, in fact, the boys' social commentary earned a round of beers from the Nestle salesman seated in the row ahead.
The stewardess doted upon team the team with the curiosity of a brood hen hatching another species.
Mott's was established as team sponsor mid-flight after The Dreamer declared to the fuselage, "I got the Mott's" and a round was distributed.
Henceforth, team MVP is awarded the iconic room temperature apple juice. Like Gatorade on the football coach or chugging milk at the racetrack.
Only less appetizing.
Arrive Portland, OR (Arrive Portland, OR)
How do you fit Team Motts, six bags and one snowboard into a wagon?
Head to the gas station and buy the following:
- 6 6-packs of local beer
- Lolly-pops
- Cigarettes
- A framed poster of Al Pacino, Scarface incognito
What went to the airport as an A4, returned home as an A6.
CJ Dirt (formally Colin J. Lebens), The Smoker, accompanied the team to home base, in NW Portland city where bags were unfurled and toasts were had.
The night progressed to Gypsy Restaurant and Velvet Lounge.
It had karaoke.
Zim, The Lover, sang this:
Except, he sounded like this:
..and looked similar.
Our first meal of Day 2, Friday, took place at 3:00 in the morning at an all night diner called Roxy.
Five of us ordered a delicacy called the "Heart Attack Platter." Issac's pancakes were made fun, but The Voice of Reason has the last laugh in the morning.
All six ordered, not a mug of coffee, but a carafe. A piece.
The theme of the weekend was established that night as "overkill."
Stage winner: Issac, The Voice of Reason.
Stage loser: Passengers on flight 596
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