Love, when it comes, is often a surprise. It takes us by storm, fills our hearts and our thoughts to overflowing with the object of our affections. Requited or unrequited makes little difference with regard to the degree of our obsession with The Beloved. All we know is that we love.
Despite all that, I didn’t know this could happen to me. I mean, sure, I liked Philadelphia a lot. I was extremely infatuated with Dublin, and wouldn’t mind seeing her again. But I had never realized just how profound and deep a love could develop so quickly for a city until I moved here.
I’ve pondered how this happened. I mean, I was attracted – obviously – or I wouldn’t have moved here. Perhaps it has been the time and space I’ve enjoyed to explore. Perhaps it has been the joy of discovery by bicycle and on foot – remove the automobile from the equation and you can have a direct and visceral experience of the city, an experience that fills all of your senses to overflowing. Perhaps I was longing for something to fill a void and Minneapolis happened to be here. All I know is that I am in the midst of a passionate affair that has the potential to deepen into a lifelong, abiding love.
Let me, with all due respect to Elizabeth Barrett Browning (who may object from the grave that I am applying her famous lines, written for her husband, to something as seemingly impersonal as a city), count the ways:
How do I love thee, Minneapolis? Let me count the ways:I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day’sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for right.I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints.I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death.
Today’s post was written jointly by Mike Beck and me. Since my arrival in Minneapolis in early July, one of our favorite activities together is cycling at night throughout the city. While we both enjoy nighttime riding, we came to it from different places, and our experiences are our own – hence the format of the post. In the end, we hope you’ll be encouraged to get out on your bikes – especially after dark!
M: I love riding my bike – I always have. When I was a boy on the farm in Iowa, my siblings and I escaped into made-up worlds on our bikes. As a father of young boys, meandering on suburban trails with the tots was always pleasurable. Now, biking is more than just fun; it’s a way to get outside, be active, and a key component in my quest for a healthier lifestyle. But, with a full-time job, and other activities that often book weekend days, the ONLY time I have to ride is in the evenings. And it’s still fun, especially when I have someone to ride with.
J: Biking has been such a significant part of my life these past several years that I considered a bike-friendly culture one of the “must haves” for any city I finally chose to settle in when I left Cedar Rapids. By all accounts, Minneapolis fit the bill. When I arrived here, I couldn’t wait to explore the bike trails and greenways I had read and heard so much about. And I looked forward to doing so with Mike – we had talked about cycling for years, but living in different states made it impractical for us to ever actually ride together.
M: Introducing Jeni to her new city has been one of the things I enjoyed most this summer. I have lived in Minneapolis since 1993, and I know the town quite well.
J: That’s an understatement, by the way!
M: But, as I was saying before I was interrupted, biking in Minneapolis is relatively new to me. I started riding my bike last fall, after a long hiatus, and I usually stayed close to home. But now that Jeni lives here, we want to ride as often as possible. As I mentioned, the only time in my busy schedule is late evenings. This posed a difficulty though: Jeni was adamant that if we were going to ride in the evening, we were going to stay put on designated bike lanes and trails.
J: I had my reasons for insisting. If any of you have ever lived in a city that is unfriendly to bicyclists, you’ll understand my reluctance. I had been shouted at, honked at, and had motorists purposely swerve toward me only to pull away, laughing, at the last moment – all as I crowded as far into the gutter or alongside parked cars as I could. Other times, motorists were just so unused to cyclists that near-misses occurred. In that environment, why would one EVER get on the street – especially at night when visibility is even further reduced?! It was a sign of trust that I allowed Mike to talk me into it.
M: We live on Franklin Avenue, a busy street morning, noon and night. For us to get to a designated bike lane, we have to maneuver off our own street first. Fine. We can do that! Just a few blocks west we can catch a dedicated bike lane on Blaisdell Avenue. That will take us to the Midtown Greenway, a bike “freeway” that connects to just about every trail in South Minneapolis. From there, we can connect to the Chain of Lakes where the trail is not only exclusively for bikes, but also one way. Thus began our foray into night bike rides! We could get a short ride in just by circling Lake Calhoun, or if we had enough time, we could also ride around Lake Harriet and Lake of the Isles. This was quickly our routine, and safe and easy for my reluctant partner to navigate. Plus, it gave us a few opportunities to “practice” street riding. We had to obey traffic rules on Blaisdell, lest we get taken out by a right-turning vehicle. We had to leave the comfort of our dedicated lane so as to make a proper left-hand turn onto 29th Street to get on the Greenway. As beautiful as the lakes route was to ride, though, it quickly became as boring as it was routine. But I was patient, and that patience paid off! Imagine my excitement the night Jeni said “Let’s head downtown instead of to the Greenway.”
J: I won’t lie: that first ride in the dark, guided only by the spot of light offered by my headlamp, was scary. But it was also strangely exhilarating. Like all new experiences, it took a while to develop a comfort level with riding after dark. The night city has a very different look and feel than the day-lit one. On our second circumnavigation of Lake Calhoun, Mike nearly collided with a silver fox, its coat irridescent in the moonlight reflecting off the water, as it streaked past. Where, during the day, you smell suntan lotion and picnic lunches, at night the exotic scents of flowers and rich soil are noticeable. It wasn’t long before I was hooked. And I wanted to experience much more of the city than just the chain of lakes, as wonderful and beautiful as they are. We began to take different routes about the city, revisiting spots we had both seen before, but not at night or by bike. One wild Friday night we headed to the newly opened Dinkytown Greenway and, with road construction and detours, ended up in unexpected neighborhoods. We didn’t have a map, but somehow a bike lane or part of a trail always opened in front of us. In one incident of serendipity, we were in what I would describe as a “sketchy” neighborhood and we hadn’t a clue what to do next. We found a sign for the Greenway, but when we followed it we discovered the trail gated and locked securely. Suddenly, I saw a woman emerge from a weedy lot about a block ahead of us. I felt certain we would find a path there – what woman walks alone in a random weedy lot at 10:30 p.m. on a Friday night in the city? Sure enough, it was a paved trail, and it took us over the interstate and back downtown…
M: … where we navigated traffic departing the Metrodome after the first pre-season Vikings game. The streets were clogged with drunk suburbanites, most of whom didn’t have a clue what a bike lane was. (That’s the first time I heard Jeni actually yell at a motorist!) Our dedicated lane wasn’t remotely passable, so we zigzagged through the traffic jam and found a cross street out of that mess…and straight towards the Guthrie Theater where the evening’s show had just ended. Now our nemeses were taxi cabs picking up theater-goers dressed in tuxedos and evening gowns. Dodging that mess, we headed into the heart of downtown, where out-of-towners apparently assume people riding bicycles on a Friday evening must know their way around. We were stopped and asked directions several times.
J: And, of course, Mike always knew how to direct them!
M: Anyway, that evening sealed the deal for Jeni. She had now grown fond of our night bike rides, and had taken it off the trails and into the streets!
J: Ok, so that makes it sound like I went from a Nervous Nelly to an Adrenaline Junkie in one crazy night! The truth is, I had learned some important things about riding in this city. First, with the exception of the out-of-towners, assorted cab drivers and pizza delivery persons, motorists here both understand the laws of sharing the road and they respectfully adhere to them. Second, you develop “eyes” for night riding – essentially, you develop a comfort-level with using the combination of your headlight and ambient light available from the city. Third, most of our night rides end with a stop at our neighborhood Spyhouse Coffee. I love the arc of these rides – the excitement of choosing a new path, riding and spontaneously adjusting as we go, then – whether we’re refreshed or sweating buckets – a coffee and chat before the last blocks home.
M: For me, night riding is about getting outside after a long day at work. It’s doing something active, and it’s sharing time with a friend. It’s an opportunity to bond with our city, from a perspective we don’t see from our cars. And it’s being part of a unique, vibrant community. We are never alone on our night rides. Minneapolis cyclists are loyal and dedicated kinfolk and it’s not uncommon to share a greeting or a brief conversation with fellow riders when our paths cross.
J: Agreed. But some nights, riding is for the pure experience and adventure of it; a celebration of the spirit of biking. It makes me feel the way I did in junior high when I raced my sunshine-yellow ten-speed all over the small town of Hastings just because it was fun, and I could. In adult life, those reasons are rarely considered sufficient for activity – which makes me wonder: why not? We night joyride – because it’s fun and we can. You should join us sometime!