What the hell is a maneuvering zone?

So far Portland has been pretty cool. I've met some very friendly and interesting people, have seen enough hipsters to last a lifetime, and ate a gyro the size of my head. The only blemish on the day so far has been the $80 ticket I got for parking in a maneuvering zone, whatever the heck that is. There goes all the money I saved from couchsurfing. Meh.

I really like the layout of the city. It's organized as a grid, but it is not incredibly dense, which kind of reminds me of a much less congested NYC. This allows for lots of residential neighborhoods with cool bars and shops mixed in. This is also a city designed with bikers in mind, and they certainly take advantage of it. Actually, by pure coincidence (I swear), I happened to be here the night of the annual naked bike ride. That made for a memory of Portland that I definitely won't be forgetting, even if I tried. Truth be told though, I am getting kind of antsy to get on the road again. Tomorrow I start down the Pacific Coast Highway, which I have really been looking forward to, so that should be good. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get a chance to try Voodoo doughnuts for breakfast tomorrow considering the line there today stretched around the block. We shall see.