SUMMERTIME IN THE PACIFIC NORTHWEST is a long-awaited treasure. I ride my bike year round, but there really is a sweetness about late evening summer rides in shorts and sandals that feels like I’m a kid again. In fact, riding a bike is one of the few things in life that decades later still feels amazingly like it did at 8 years old. I guess eating an ice cream cone is another of those things. I ascribe to both.
We’re still in springtime but because we Pacific Northwesterners are such pansies about heat up here, a day in the 80s can be all over the news. “Seattle Man Sweats Profusely in May!” they might announce. . ..(continued)