Today was the big day. We drove out to Co-motion (not without me stuffing up the navigation AGAIN.) Saddles and seatpost on. A couple of rides and a couple of adjustments. A drive back into town to take back the hire car, visit the bank (a bit of lunch), and then the guy from Co-motion gave us a lift back out there again. Now we’re on two wheels for the next few weeks!
A little ride back to the motel.
He spent the rest of the afternoon tinkering with it… attaching this and that. There are a couple of things we need to maybe revise with them tomorrow.
We’re still a bit discombobulated with our inner “GPS”… We’re still setting off in the wrong direction at times, thinking we should be going one way when in fact it’s the total opposite. I’m blaming the whole driving on the other side of the road thing, compounded by there being a lot of one-way streets. That’s on top of my usual crap navigational sense that Marc usually gives me heaps about. I don’t know what his excuse is.
We returned the hire car on time – and the staff at the Eugene office were indeed happy with their Portland colleague. “Hey guys, Jordan wrote us a note!” Pretty amusing. I’m also not too disappointed to be without a vehicle. Day two of being a passenger in a car here, and I still can’t relax.
Bagels for lunch. (I’m putting them in the ‘local cuisine’ basket too!) They were yum.
Italian for dinner.
Did I mention that Marc is loving the beer scene?! And there’s so much choice, I’m even finding some mellow ones that I like.
Some more ‘Cultural’ Observations and comparisons:
Oregon state law is that you cannot pump your own petrol. No sales tax in Oregon. Which makes paying for things a bit more straightforward than in California.
Cappuccinos don’t seem to come standard with chocolate on top. What the? (Today I asked for some.) So far the coffee is nothing to rave about in comparison. My coffee consumption has reduced dramatically. (Yesterday at the airport in San Francisco I really couldn’t be bothered standing in this HUGE queue for Starbucks.)
ATMs don’t dispense any higher value notes than $20’s! (Not ideal when you’re withdrawing a lot of cash to pay the balance on the bike, because you realised that you were copping a 3% currency conversion fee per visa transaction!)
America! Your money is boring, and bland, and hard to differentiate!
Haven’t seen a $10 bill yet… or a $2 – so it’s 1’s, 5’s, 20’s, and 100’s. (Haven’t seen a 50 either).
5c coins are bigger than dimes. No 20c pieces, but quarters, of course. That’s it for coins, apart from the pennies. We needed our glasses on to suss out the silver coins, because there’s no big numbers on them.
On that one short ride we were amazed at how courteous drivers were to bike riders. They gave way to us crossing the road on a bike path. You just wouldn’t see that in Australia – not anywhere we’ve been either.
(I’m done!.. One more day of faffing around, and then we hope to get started on this adventure!)