...yes, I'm still in Portland. *arghs* We were going to do an evening-to-the-coast trip, come back after a few hours... packed, got in the car... and about half-way to the coast (still on 26) we hit this huge-ass chunk of metal left in the road and manages to blow out BOTH tires on the passenger side of the car.

There is more to this, involving a Creepy Christian Lady, the nice person who had managed to blow out one of HIS tires on the exact same road...

...but at the moment Becca and Ryan are wrestling and I intend to stop him from leaving.