Traffic Life : Passionate Tales and Exit Strategies
Edited by Stephan Wehner
An Anthology
 
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An Uneventful Ride Peter Gelman With an illustration by Neal Skorpen How slow I am, I thought leadenly as I felt my slow tires sink and sag in the gluttonous pavement. Heavily I climbed from downtown Portland up the hills to the west. Preoccupied with this sense of slowness, and burdened by a sense of gravity's personal hatred for me, I missed the turn on 53rd to Forest Park and found myself on Cornell. I may have been distracted in my reluctant admiration of the rather remarkably square clouds. They seemed to form the shapes of each of the individual states of the USA, ex- cluding Alaska and Hawaii. Cornell is a narrow road that serpentines up through in the west hills of Portland. The two thin lanes pass lush green canyons of what seems to be rain forest (especially if it is raining) and passes through two narrow tunnels. On this occasion, that joyous time beloved by all cyclists and known as 'rush hour' was beginning. Automobile traffic roared and screamed up and down the road in a most agreeable matter. I noted with satisfaction that today, most of the cars sported the brand names of freshness, sunlight, and spiri- tuality. (Yesterday's automobiles sported the themes of rip- ping, knifing, and mangling.) Today promised to be a pleas- ­ 184 ­
  
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