The neighborhood where we stayed was parade-central for exotic rides.
This vintage BMW was par for the course:
What kind of Honda was this? Immaculate, gorgeous!
Our hotel was next to the Ural dealership. Hipster central.
By good fortune we were able to meet up with my stepfather Mike for a couple of days. He left in June from London, Ontario, on a motorcycle road trip up to northern Alberta, then looped down the west coast to San Diego. 22,000 km later, in mid September, he made it back home. What a trip!
Portland is at the top of the list of places to where I would seriously consider moving.