Nighty-Night

I'm too tired and droopy eyed even to write an I'm-too-tired post. So here are pictures of biking and kissing and cute couples in Portland staging an anti-car (and apparently pro-love) rally.

I'm not entirely sure I understand the connection between kissing and commuting. Could public displays of affection really inspire drivers to trade their car keys for pedals? But I have too little energy now to allow these questions to rattle around in my brain. Besides, I am overly susceptible to the charm of signs that read "Liplock Not Gridlock." And I'm not embarrassed to admit it.

(Kiss away you happy, zero-polluter commuters. I love you too.)

Now to bed. Goodnight.