After the brazen bareness of last night’s naked ride, a handful of dreamy romantics spent some wholesome quality time this afternoon reclining on the grass in the rose gardens of Ladd’s Addition, listening to, and giving, dramatic readings of the “good parts” of romance novels. These were, for reasons I never fully understood, interspersed with quotations from Batman movies, delivered from behind a mask.
The ride is now in its second year, after skipping last year. I joined Tom, Lisa, and Tall Steve, all of whom had participated in the first ride. We were met after the first reading by two more romantics, Melody and Eric, who were cruising around looking for a bike event to hook up with. After the first reading we were met up with “It’s the smell of the roses,” explained ride leader “Tomance,” when asked what makes the event work.
Everyone took their turn reading. Eric did a particularly good job — after a slow start, he got really into his passage, a long one detailing a man’s angry passionate feelings about the woman who had spurned him, yet whom he could not forget.
The novels, all battered paperbacks donated by Tom’s landlord, covered a range of styles and plots. My favorite was Johanna Lindsay’s Keeper of the Heart, which seemed to contain an endless supply of passages suitable for reading out loud — her book contained only highly elliptical, demure language that somehow managed to top all the other, franker novels for extreme smuttiness.
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OMG I wish I’d known this was going on. *taking note for next year…* Please do it again next year!
Dearest Lynn S. {wicked grins} There is talk of a mid-summer midnight reading by flickering bike lighting in another of Portland’s grand rose garden settings. Bike Portland will be apprised of this event as well as Shift.
I am impressed to say everyone truly let loose and voiced their readings with theatrical playfulness. Hurrahs!
Elly kept a bemused face over her passionate tale of a dream-lover’s fantasty, but bust up laughing when the very dreamer awoke to a licking puppy! What an uproar of mirth from everyone; the rose petals did so flutter from the joviality. {winks}
Btw, the interspering of Batman quips between readings is symbolic of that knight ever present in the wings yet a mere fleeting shadow of anticipated hope for the romanticist’s heart to ponder. Or he (Batman) affords the heart to remain light amidst some heavily steamy passages. {robust chuckles of frivolity}