I should have known that I was in trouble when my riding partner mentioned over coffee that he had consumed a pre-ride pot cookie to help him “zone out”. And I should have grown more concerned when he told me, as we carved our way down the pockmarked pavement on Rock Creek, that he was “starting to feel...

My first experience in the beautiful farmland East of Salem was the Mt. Angel Oktoberfest, where I drank my weight in Bud Light from a beer stein, and unwittingly opened an unlocked Honey Bucket and found a pair of young bumkins in the act of, as Chuck Woolery would say, “whoopie” while a polka band played the...

This ride is 103 miles of drunken glory, where the winner is the one who can hold both their alcohol and their composure. And this years event started at 7am at the Hair of the Dog brewery, where the owner was kind enough to open his doors to allow us to consume some of his beer. At 7am. In the morning. That’s the kind of...

The Bridge of the Gods ride is both a Portland classic and a right of passage. It’s a scavenger hunt of the things that one should see in our Northwest corner of the state in the Norwest corner of the country. In fact, if the Woodburn Factory Outlet Mall could somehow relocate to Camas, Washinton, tourists would have no...