Category: Oregon

  • World’s Biggest Fork, Fairview, Oregon

    The picturesque Portland suburb of Fairview cutlery-cently welcomed an enormous fork that, at 37 feet from gleaming handle to quad-pronged bottom, is the very largest on Earth. Yes, Fairview has always been a knife town to visit, but now it’s the plates to be!

    It’s even larger than Australia’s most massive forks, so just imagine the size of the potatoes you could skewer with it. Although I wouldn’t want to be tasked with doing the dishes afterwards!

    Despite being truly colossal, the silver stunner has un-fork-tunately been relegated to the furthest reaches of the cutlery drawer that is East Portland, far from Harvey the Rabbit and Paul Bunyan.

    Apparently there’s a food market next to it sometimes, with disappointingly normal-sized produce for sale. When I visited, however, the place was barren and windswept, with barely a dozen well-wishers admiring the Big Fork.

    I guess the local council didn’t want to fork out for more expensive real estate.

    A forks to be reckoned with

    Why a fork, you ask? Over to you, eccentric local mayor, Brian Cooper!

    “So, the fork came about because we wanted something on the corner, whether it was a water tower or a windmill or some sort of piece that’s going to be on the corner, and then one of the design teams said, let’s just put a fork here and we’ll come back to it,” Brian explained to an exasperated reporter from KATU-TV.

    “Over the course of a couple months, it just kind of stuck in the brain. And you can come up with an entire marketing scheme of ‘Take a left at the fork,’ ‘The Fork in Fairview.’”

    Fairview has done just that, rebranding themselves as Forktown, USA. Fork enthusiasts from across the globe descend on this charming suburb to worship their most beloved utensil.

    They’re often pleasantly surprised to discover it’s larger than they’d imagined, which is always a pleasant experience.

    “The stainless steel fork is actually 40 feet tall,” blabbered Ken Fehringer from P&C Construction, “but its four tines will pierce the ground by about three feet. The fork has a large F stamped into its handle. Whether that stands for food, fork, or Fairview is up to the beholder.”

    If I was a lesser-mannered individual I’d suggest it stands for ‘F’n huge’, but I’m not crass so let’s just go with ‘fabulous’.

    Taking the spring out of Springfield

    As the good people of Fairview dance in the streets, basking in the glow of their record-busting scrap of metal, the warm-hearted forks – sorry, make that folks – of Springfield, Missouri have been plunged into a desolate depression from which they may never emerge.

    That’s because the pride of their town is a 35-foot-tall fork that was, until recently, the largest in the world. A huge fork, by any means, but no longer the grandest on the planet – and that means everything to the Americans.

    Springfield, Missouri has dropped out of most lists of top 10 US holiday destinations. The direct flights from San Forkcisco, the Forkland Islands and New Fork City have been reduced to just four or five a week.

    Even the gift shop is facing forklosure.

    Their Fork, which once drew crowds so large they would stop traffic, is now surprisingly easy to take a photo with. If you do, suggest rolling up and pretending to be a meatball!

    But that’s just the circle of life when it comes to oversized roadside attractions. They grow, capture the world’s imagination, then fade away into the background as the next Big Thing comes along.

    My suggestion to the people of Springfield is that they build a really big spoon, just to stir things up!

  • The World’s Tallest Barber Pole, Forest Grove, Oregon

    The World's Tallest Barber Pole, Forest Grove, Oregon

    As an admirer of all things Big and an ally of repressed minorities, I’m hesitant to present a roadside attraction that discriminates against those of us unable or unwilling to grow a full head of hair. My buzz cut is a fashion choice and I could boast a luxurious mane of amber curls at the click of a finger, but I stand in solidarity with my follicly-challenged chums.

    But here it is – the World’s Tallest Barber Pole, a thorn in the blistered scalps of baldies everywhere.

    Honestly, I hope my good friend The Rock never wanders into suburban Forest Grove. The sight of this 72-foot barber pole, which resides on the sporting grounds of the respectable Pacific University, taunting him and his handsome-yet-hairless head, would break his little heart.

    And as for the giant hare up the road, well, I’m sure he has something to say about harecuts!

    A pole lotta fun!

    Alright, so the World’s Tallest Barber Pole was built to honour the town’s proud history of producing world-class barbershop quartets, but that’s not the point. Why not create a 72-foot barbershop quartet? Or go one step further in the fight against bigotry, with a 72-foot-tall bald barbershop quartet?

    As an added bonus, they could use their chrome domes as solar panels!

    The World’s Tallest Barber Pole, sadly, also perpetuates negative stereotypes of barbershop quintets. If five-person a capella singing groups weren’t demonised, perhaps I wouldn’t have been unceremoniously dumped from hit Australian pop group Human Nature in the early ‘90s and replaced by Michael Tierney.

    Yes, Michael’s super talented, kind, handsome, rhythmic and sexy. Maybe the good people of Forest Grove should just build a giant statue of Michael bloody Tierney and stop picking on bald people.

  • Paul Bunyan, Portland, Oregon

    Paul Bunyan statue, Portland, Oregon

    Meet Paul. He’s an outdoorsy, approachable fellow who enjoys artisanal pale ales, daring facial hair and the smell of fresh flannelette in the morning. Oh, and he’s also a 31-foot-tall giant who brandishes a monstrous axe with which to protect the good people of the Pacific North West.

    All together now; “Hi, Paul!”

    The mythical Mr Bunyan is a hero to people across America and Canada, and his lumberjacking exploits have entered the realm of folklore. Together with his offsider Babe the Blue Ox, the wondrous woodsman is said to have cleared entire regions of trees in the most deplorable of conditions.

    I’m going to assume he doesn’t swap Christmas cards with too many environmentalists, then.

    Paul’s hardworking attitude and no-nonsense fashion style epitomise this stunning part of the world, and no visit to Oregon’s emerald hills is complete without seeing this enormous tribute to the hirsute heartbreaker.

    Paul’s a lumberjack and he’s OK

    Not surprisingly, there are dozens of Paul Bunyan statues scattered around North America. Rest assured, however, that this depiction of the big fella really is Bun in a million.

    The larger-than-life lumberjack was designed and installed by the Kenton Businessmen’s Club, taking pride of place in North Portland in 1959. He was unveiled to much fanfare as the centrepiece of Oregon’s centennial celebrations, and was apparently the subject of much attention from the port city’s single ladies.

    This handsome chap can be intimidating due to his immense size, but he’s a warm-hearted individual who greets thousands of Oregonians with a cheery smile each morning. I must admit I was in awe when I first saw him from a distance, peering through Portland’s leafy avenues.

    Who wouldn’t want to wake up to that smile!

    Even after visiting hundreds of humongous humanoids such as Big Joe and Wo-Man and The Big Gold Panner Man and Ernie and The Storyteller and The Big Knight and The Hardware Man and The Water Giver and The Big Girl and King Kamehameha and The Cootamundra Giant and the nearby Harvey the Half-Human-Half-Rabbit over the years, Paul’s scale was enough to take my breath away.

    What can I say, I have a thing for tall guys!

    If there’s something strange in your neighborhood
    Who you gonna call? Paul Bunyan!

    Portland’s in the grip of a disturbing rise in homelessness and crime at the moment, and sadly the area surrounding Paul can be a little dangerous. Be careful, because nothing ruins a date with a Big Thing like being violently robbed of your iPod Nano.

    When an unkempt dude in torn jeans and a filthy band t-shirt – who was either a crack-addled lunatic or a tech startup millionaire, it’s hard to tell them apart – stumbled over to scream obscenities during my photo shoot with Paul, everything told me to flee in tears.

    Instead I stood my ground, adjusted my scarlet tunic, and stared the fiend straight in the eyes.

    “Babe, if you’ve got a problem with me, you’ve got a problem with him,” I purred, as my bearded bodyguard peered over my shoulder. The street urchin looked at Paul with such reverence, such child-like wonder, that I clasped him to my bosom and assured him everything would be alright.

    Of course, when I swaggered off I realised he’d fleeced me of a crisp $20 bill and a collection of James Joyce short stories I’d been pretentiously reading in a coffee shop and had subsequently tucked safely in my back pocket.

    Oh well, it was a small price to pay for the honour of meeting Paul Bunyan!