Sweetpea Bicycles

There was some big news in Portland yesterday: Apparently, a mid level City of Portland employee was approached by an FBI agent to inform on the inner workings of city hall. In a news conference, Mayor Tom Potter spanked the FBI and sent them to bed without their dinner.

If only I had such chutzpah when I was interrogated by the FBI last year.

I found myself in the dark, video monitored, super secured local FBI office. Thinking I was there to simply deliver a package as a messenger, I was stopped by an agent in a dark suit.

The door locked behind me. All the video cameras pointed my direction. The agent slowly walked towards me and began his questioning:

“So, what kind of bike do you ride?”
“How many miles a day do you get in?”
“What do you do when it rains?”

That’s when I realized: when Big Brother wants to make small talk, you look him in the eye the best you can and say:

“A track bike.”

“Oh, maybe thirty miles a day.”

“Fenders and a good rain jacket.”

“Sign here please.”