This just keeps getting more bizarre. I digress.

Two days ago, while cycling, my dad challenged a 30MPH sign to a game of chicken. Today, I’m pushing pixels and raising spirits at their place near Portland. He’s going to be fine, but for now, the broken ribs and collar bone are keeping him a bit slower than I’ve seen in a while. Here’s to a speedy recover and a solid pace on the next ride.

So how does this tie in to my ZEB graffiti search? ZEB was picked up in Portland for stealing a taxi after fleeing Seattle post-release yesterday. Undoubtedly this won’t be the last thing we’ll hear from him … or see for that matter, but for now, this is about as much graffiti as I could find in their neighborhood. Ahhhh, the burbs.