Andrew Unterberger made his way to Portland. Here’s his first report from the West Coast…
North Dakota and Montana. Two lovely states, no doubt, with what I’m sure is a surfeit of rich history and true character. And I absolutely can not wait to never have to drive through them again. The 16 or so hours it took me to traverse these two were probably the most stressful times I’ve ever spent behind the wheel — not helped by the fact that a too-large chunk of them were consecutive and that the great majority of them were at night, of course, but between the screaming winds in North Dakota, the endless stretches of corkscrew turns in Montana, and the horrible road conditions in both, I nearly broke my jaw with my teeth-clenching. Near the end of ND, the winds were joined by a sleet flurry that I was heading into. I’ve never driven directly against any kind of snowstorm before, but it looked like taking an acid trip through an endless white Koosh ball — a serenely terrifying experience. (Depeche Mode’s “Waiting for the Night” accidentally provided the perfect soundtrack.)
Capping it all was getting a ticket for going nine miles per hour over the speed limit. during one of the rare moments when driving conditions were actually OK. Now this is not the first time I’ve ever gotten a speeding ticket, and I accepted it as something of an inevitability that I would get at least one over the course of my 10K miles across America. But in the past when I’ve received such citations, I at least felt like I earned them. To get one for going nine over was not just frustrating and humiliating, it was downright insulting. When the cop asked me if I knew that I was going that fast, I was so incredulous that I responded by saying something like. “Well, uh, yeah. Is that … bad?” Maybe it’s not such a terrible thing that I live in New York and have to take public transportation most of my life.
But despite the trials and tribulations that ensued in the 25 hours in between, I eventually made it from Minnesota to Portland, with about an hour to spare before the Blazers tipped off against the Jazz at the Rose Garden. On paper, at least, it was the best matchup of my trip thus far, and I had been assured that the crowd would be especially into it tonight. (“It’s gonna be intense at the [Garden] today,” a fan named Kate tweeted to me. “Everyone is crazy emotional about this team right now.”) Tough to beat Wolves-Clips for game action, but in terms of crowd response, a Portland elementary school assembly probably could’ve taken them down, so I was hoping for something of an inspiring turnout.






