Our lifestyle columnist, who died this week, left behind four truly remarkable columns about the relationship between her personal transportation choices and her body’s physical decline.
I was a remarkably healthy cancer patient. Until I stopped bike commuting.
Columnist Cathy Hastie observed thousands of people’s behavior at a few stop signs in southeast Portland. Her analysis and observations might surprise you.
I have never met anyone as dedicated to her bicycle-fueled independence as my 15-year old daughter.
I have recently rediscovered that the typical car is much more than what I remembered it to be.
The question: would I give up a major component of my lifestyle in order to advance my career? My employer was asking me to take a long-term assignment 13 miles away, in Vancouver, Wash.
I was dedicated to my lifestyle and proud of it. Maybe a little conceited. Then, in 2010, I suddenly and painfully fell ill.
With 42,000 miles on Portland’s city streets, you’d think I would have been injured by now. But I remain unscathed. Well, almost.
Portland has its coffee snobs and its beer snobs, and me – I’m a transportation snob.
What is perfectly aligned in my sights as the crowd of bikers swarms ahead of me, heading west up the Hawthorne bridge? I’ll give you a hint – it ain’t the sunrise.