Hitching a ride from a fairy

A fairy gave me a ride tonight.   

That's right. A fairy.

This was not one of GroveAtopia's fairies. This fairy came from the magical land of Portlandia.

That's where I was this evening.  The Rose Festival was just getting underway and I was lucky enough to be there for the beginning.   

Imagine that.  A festival for roses.  Of course fairies would be there.

The festival had everything.

Crowds of people!

Fireworks!

Laughter!

Oooohs!

Aaaahs!

Cheering and clapping!

The river!

Boats!

The bridges!

There was even a carnival.

So when a fairy gave me a ride home I wasn't all that surprised.   Well, maybe a little.  Okay a lot.  But it wasn't the fairy part that surprised me.  It was the sheer exhilaration I felt simply being pedaled through the streets on the back of a bicycle built for 3.   

Gliding faster than the cars, faster than the cabs and buses, even faster than a fire truck, I felt as if I was soaring.  

And really I was.  After all a fairy gave me the ride.  

And she was doing all the work.