I dunno, man, itâs hard to explain. If you ride, you get it. But if youâve never shown up to work late and dripping, your teeth tingly from some potholed street, you wonât understand. For us 5.8 percentersâPortlandâs bike commutersâa place like Velo Cult (1969 NE 42nd Ave.,922-2012, velocult.com) makes sense. Itâs a cavernous bicycle shop with beer on tap, a stage and a makeshift museum. Sitting at the bar fashioned from scrappy wood, admiring the collection of old mountain bikes and drinking a can of Anderson Valleyâshit, itâs cool. If you ride, you get why the owners moved this shop up from San Diego. The plan to serve pour-over coffee and tamales makes sense, too. And youâre stoked they held a screening of Smokey and the Bandit director Hal Needhamâs 1986 cult classic Rad, about a kid who skips the SAT for a BMX race. If not, this ainât your scene.