A couple of days ago, I saw a kid riding a fish bike. That is, a bicycle with a plywood fish fashioned around it, complete with pectoral and tail fins, which I imagine aid in providing downforce and keeping the bike level at speed. This was almost Portland enough to make me chuckle—almost. What was Portland enough to make me chuckle, was the ensuing conversation by two passers-by:
Woman: “Oh look, he’s riding a tuna!”
Man: “Clearly, that’s a salmon.”
Never change, Portland.