Nobody Is From Portland

A week or so ago I arrived in Portland, and am very excited about it. I was warned by all kinds of fellow Californians that the people in Oregon hate Californians, but the truth is, I haven't yet met many people who are from here. The apartment manager was from Northern California. The leasing agent from Southern California. The guy who delivered my bed from California. I think the guy who sold me the bed was from here, but he's the exception. The friend of a friend I met up with is from the Mid-West. Her boyfriend from Australia. The last two were the ones who told me that nobody is really from Portland. I suspect that another acquaintance or two that I have yet to meet up with are actually from Portland, but right now I don't feel like a trespasser.

Another thing, my registration sticker is hopefully in the mail from SoCal from when the housecleaner hid it. My tags are expired, and I was pulled over a couple days ago for having a license plate light out in addition to expired tags. Dude let me go. Combine that with the hot lady cop who pulled over to see if things were alright as I was changing my tire three weeks ago and the fuzz aren't too bad.

I was going to go register my car today, but when looking online there was extra steps to registering if you did not hold title, so I decided to pay off the car instead. If I can slap the sticker on in the next day or so that will buy me another 80 days of driving without having to go to the DMV. But the nice thing is that when I do have to go, at least my car will be paid for.

Oh, one thing could suck. Apparently Multnomah County is the only county in Oregon that does smog checks. I have a feeling that with the modifications done to my little ride that we might not pass. I guess we might be going to PDX Tuning after all... But that can wait until I'm getting paychecks.