..."It's rad," a friend assured me. "It's a punk bar, but it's like super friendly. And they got cheap PBR." I was down. So I met them around 9:30 pm, pedaling to the place on track bike I bought off an Alpenrose racer. The directions were vague in the best sort of way. "Just look for a door," the friend told me. I pedaled down the street, looking for that door the way you look for treasure. Eventually, I found it. At the time, I didn't know I'd be opening that door on a near weekly basis for the next two years. But the best bars are like that. You don't plan on being a regular. You just become one. The Know became my home in a way that Portland became my home. Anyhow, that first night we stayed until close, buying round after round of PBR. We talked about dreams and hopes and decisions and goals and books and bikes and beers and girls. We found love at The Know...