In a tourist bus, sit in the front. Fiddle with the incense and stuff I bought. One of the sticks is lit. Earl goes in the back and starts lighting up. The guide sits next to me and I’m worries she’ll make me put out the incense of see Earl in the back. She actually likes it.
Riding over the Sellwood Bridge. Pass Dante O on the right and he’s pissed. Turn left and there are cyclists all over the place, crashing and falling down the hill. Some are hurt bad. A guy comes next to me and tells me this is normal. We pass a girl crashed and dead with a squished head, We keep going as someone is there already.