Limey and Me: Newport
I'm back in NYC these days, and while the weather slowly changes (or refuses to) I tread on . . . remembering the long, seemingly lazy days of last summer. Days I want to make come alive again, in spirit and reality. Newport. Newport, Oregon for your pleasure. When traveling I often rent a bike, as its cheap transportation and typically fun. In this case, spending a month in Corvallis, Oregon I certainly needed a mode to shuttle me about town. Granted, my own two feet would have sufficed, but the little Lime-colored Townie I rented (for a flat rate of 55 bucks a week, lock included) has certainly paid for itself in spades. I’m told it had—at max—thirty miles on her when I picked her up. I am certain I have logged more than thirty on old Limey (for the record, when I turned her in the 24th of August, I cried a little tear of goodbye knowing her and I had seen more than a hundred miles of road together). Aside from getting lost aro...