The weather was so spectacular I decided I should take advantage and knock out Minnesota on the same day I claimed Wisconsin.
I drove to Minneapolis. I chose Minneapolis because I wanted to see this:
The new touring bike is considerably heavier than my road bike. (It’s designed to be a pack-mule. It’s not designed for speed.) But I’ve been riding the road bike for nearly a decade and I’m used to the speeds I can ride with that machine. So to calm myself down and stay focused on just getting from point A to point B, no matter how long it takes, I constantly have to say to myself, “It’s a ride. Not a race.”
Except sometimes, it kinda sorta is a race. In Minneapolis, I was racing the sunset. I didn’t have a headlight (though I was smart enough to have a tail light). I finally figured there’d be enough street lights to show me the way. I was wearing enough reflective gear that people could see me.
Minneapolis was a happening kind of town. I guess when you only have two seasons — Winter and the Fourth of July — you take any opportunity you have to go and enjoy outside. Some of the outdoor venues I encountered:
Just riding around the city:
They had one hell of a local hydroelectric plant right down town:
Thanks, Minneapolis. Was a nice way to claim Minnesota.