bike

So... have you heard the one about the biker who nearly got hit by a Molotov cocktail on the Midtown Greenway? 

Commuting from downtown Minneapolis, I paused at the intersection of Bryant and Franklin Avenues. It’s a high-traffic intersection for cyclists on the “bicycle boulevard” to cross, and as cyclists and drivers alike know, there’s no traffic control. Waiting for cross traffic to slow, I nearly jumped out of my skin when a bicyclist passed me from behind at full speed. Her white shawl billowed and brushed my arm, and I flinched when she avoided a passing car by inches.

Minnesota is topping charts of places to eat and bike, but many may not know that we also live in the land of 1,000 co-ops.