Critical Mass returned to Portland last Friday, and by the accounts of those in attendance, not a moment too soon. While mass thrives in cities all over the world, Portland, Oregon hasn’t seen this ride happen in years. An attempt to revive it in 2008 proved limited in success. Yet here we are in the… Continue reading Critical Mass returns to Portland
Last week, Rebel Metropolis took a look at the haters trolling online coverage of Portland’s World Naked Bike Ride. Every year, these self-righteous naysayers infest the interwebs with their condemnation of bikes, nudity, and the people who cherish both. Try as they might, however, this verbally-challenged minority cannot stop thousands of riders from stripping bare and mounting their… Continue reading Love and Cherishing the World Naked Bike Ride
It happens every year. In metropolises the world over from London to Chicago to Cork to Mexico City, tens of thousands of in-the-buff bicyclists swarm the streets wearing barely a stitch for the World Naked Bike Ride. Here in Portland, it’s the largest annual group ride by orders of magnitude. Head counts hover around the… Continue reading Fear and Loathing the World Naked Bike Ride
This has been a lousy year so far for America’s Cycling Capital. Last month, a bunch of businesses along a major bike corridor co-signed a letter whining that if the city replaces spaces for free car parking with better, safer, sexier bike lanes, they might lose business to drivers, and so fire off their NIMBY… Continue reading Portland: Welcome to America’s Parking Capital?
Yep, fuck cars. Fuck them all. Fuck Fords. Fuck Hondas. Fuck Subarus. Fuck your hatchback, your van, your truck, and your station wagon. They’re loud, they stink, they hog the road, they fuck up the air, they kill people and wildlife. Cars make us lazy, unhealthy, selfish, uncaring, reckless, and worst of all, unimaginative. Now that… Continue reading The War On Cars Will Require F•Bombs