Minneapolis has been my *home* since 1989 when I moved here from the "frontier" of North Dakota to attend the University of Minnesota. In the 23 years that have since passed I have been fortunate enough to meet some remarkable people, and experience some exceptional cycling. Bike lanes were not de rigeur in Minneapolis in '89. The Midtown Greenway was just an under-utilized railroad corridor, and the Cedar Lake Trail was still a part of a Burlington Northern railyard. This city, – and its citizens, is a major player in the cycling world. But it doesn't happen without some behind the scenes folks doing the dirty, roll up your sleeves work. Point is, I owe a large chunk of who I am to my time spent riding, rocking, and rolling in Minneapolis. That's why all this week, when you purchase any of the CRC-branded Twin Six apparel, we will donate 20% of the proceeds to the Minneapolis Bicycle Coalition. Thank you, Minneapolis.
Lately I've been getting up around 6 am to ride. Most mornings it's to meet up with Bootsy Collins, hammer out a few miles and then hit up some Bread & Pickle espresso at Lake Harriet on the return. In July it was largely due to the heatwave; 85° and an equal level of humidity by 8:00 am makes for some oppressive pedal strokes. Now, it's more or less second nature. It's a good feeling being out rolling before the crowds take over the Greenway, or the River Road trails. Mostly, it just feels good to finish a ride and still have the whole day ahead to recover. Sure, most days involve going to work post-ride, but there's definitely an overwhelming serenity having knocked out 40+ miles thru Lilydale, or West Bush Lake before punching the clock. Speaking of, we generally meet behind Punch Pizza on the Greenway around 6:15. So if you're feeling the sunrise call your name, come out and join us. Chances are we'll be punching in.
Minneapolis has been my *home* since 1989 when I moved here from the "frontier" of North Dakota to attend the University of Minnesota. In the 23 years that have since passed I have been fortunate enough to meet some remarkable people, and experience some exceptional cycling. Bike lanes were not de rigeur in Minneapolis in '89. The Midtown Greenway was just an under-utilized railroad corridor, and the Cedar Lake Trail was still a part of a Burlington Northern railyard. This city, – and its citizens, is a major player in the cycling world. But it doesn't happen without some behind the scenes folks doing the dirty, roll up your sleeves work. Point is, I owe a large chunk of who I am to my time spent riding, rocking, and rolling in Minneapolis. That's why all this week, when you purchase any of the CRC-branded Twin Six apparel, we will donate 20% of the proceeds to the Minneapolis Bicycle Coalition. Thank you, Minneapolis. 
Lately I've been getting up around 6 am to ride. Most mornings it's to meet up with Bootsy Collins, hammer out a few miles and then hit up some Bread & Pickle espresso at Lake Harriet on the return. In July it was largely due to the heatwave; 85° and an equal level of humidity by 8:00 am makes for some oppressive pedal strokes. Now, it's more or less second nature. It's a good feeling being out rolling before the crowds take over the Greenway, or the River Road trails. Mostly, it just feels good to finish a ride and still have the whole day ahead to recover. Sure, most days involve going to work post-ride, but there's definitely an overwhelming serenity having knocked out 40+ miles thru Lilydale, or West Bush Lake before punching the clock. Speaking of, we generally meet behind Punch Pizza on the Greenway around 6:15. So if you're feeling the sunrise call your name, come out and join us. Chances are we'll be punching in.