Catch a leprechaun! (At least that's what he said.)
You can only see leprechauns when you're on a bike and your vision is unobscured by a windshield and the ability to dream and believe that you possessed as a child has been restored. Twowheeling is magical this way.
And you won't find leprechauns anywhere near a freeway--they never saw any in Ireland and consequently are scared to death of them. Instead they hang out in little nooks and crannies like the Walla Halla ravine in Clintonville near where I caught this leprechaun coming out of Nancy's diner (and the waitresses yelling "Eat it and beat it!--I think Nancy's does a good business on St. Patty's Day).
So what am I doing at work?

All I saw was mini-vans and Land Rovers up here in the great northwest, but at least I was on my bike!
Posted by: jimmykam | March 17, 2011 at 07:53 AM