vasolinejesus said: Is it different then a normal bike? Does it work in a coffee shop and gve out free sandwiches to all of its friends?
First bike since her wrecked ride from the Virginia neighborhood we just cut out of. First bike since the bullies in that redneck ghetto laughed at her after she wrecked. (Yeah, the little cracker fucks just pointed.)
Here we break with all that nonsense, and even go for a super purply-pink with fat wheels and internal gears! (Woo!) Here, we have the Springwater Cooridor and sweet feminist lady bicycle mechanics! Here, on any given bike ride, my child will almost never encounter a Confederate flag, rather than on every other godforsaken block!
So yes, a “Portland bicycle” really is different. Here, it’s uncontrived, emblematic of a kid’s most desperately needed fresh start. She’d never lived anywhere else before this; even if she someday goes back to Virginia, she needed to experience a place where things are utterly, deliberately, blessedly, sometimes obnoxiously different. Here, she has never been bullied.