A new store in Minneapolis is giving cyclists a chance to take part in the process of building their dream bike.
The Twin Cities is often tops when it comes to residents bicycling to work, and being one of the best biking cities in the U.S.
A Twin Cities family is sharing a story of a terrible accident, because they believe it can save liv
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Minneapolis Police consider bikes one of the most popular things to steal, but this summer they’ve been especially hot.
Mike Binkley has his bike back. The WCCO anchor had biked to work earlier this month as part of national “Bike to Work Day,” only to have his ride stolen while it was locked up and chained to the WCCO station bike rack along Marquette Avenue.
The little boy that was seriously injured in a hit-and-run crash last week has been upgraded to serious condition.
A lot of people enjoy this week’s “Bike Walk To Work” Day, but WCCO anchor Mike Binkley was not among them. That’s because his bicycle was stolen from right outside the WCCO-TV studios after he rode it in on Thursday.
Electric bike have been around for a while, but with gas prices going up, so are sales worldwide – and two local businesses are on the ground floor of this emerging trend.
Some in the Twin Cities were treated Monday to a strange sight: bright green Nice Ride bicycles encased in 5,000 pounds of ice.
A new, nonprofit bike shop called Venture North opened Monday in north Minneapolis and it offers its community sales, repairs and coffee.
A 14-year-old Prior Lake boy is in critical condition after being hit by a car, while on his bike.
I no longer feel comfortable lugging my sweet boys around behind me. Hey, I know they say you can’t choose your family and those little men have a piece of work for a mother, but there’s no need to drag them along for the truly crazy part of this journey.
I hit the slope where my quads usually give out and I have to stand up to tap into the calves and glutes. I’m pumping at a heave-ho, jerky pace. It feels like we’re hardly moving when suddenly Keegan starts to yell from behind, “You can do it mom! Nice Work! I believe in you, mom! Wyatt, mom’s working really hard. Good job mom! I’m a believer, mom!” I had the hugest grin on my face. I yelled back, “Are you cheering me on?! Do you believe!?”
Biking is getting a boost in North Minneapolis Saturday as new bike lanes and a bike/coffee shop open to service a growing legion of cyclists.
My rides have unearthed old memories that live around almost every corner of the city where I grew up. These streets are full ghosts.
Someone (who shall remain nameless) complained about people who bike on the road around the lakes in Minneapolis instead of on the path. “But they are one-way,” I screeched. “I’d have to go miles out of my way if I were to take the lake bike paths from my home to work,” I argued. The person didn’t empathize and I think we just agreed to disagree. What do you think?
On the bike lane up First Avenue in Minneapolis I saw a man riding a Lark scooter. I passed him. And I passed a man pushing a shopping cart. I know they both have wheels, but really? Also I’ve discovered I’ve been doing this long enough to share an etiquette tip: riding a bike is just like driving a car. Stop checking your phone at red lights and then Facebooking/tweeting/texting so long you aren’t ready for the green. I was stuck behind a guy doing that for almost a mile last night. Annoying. Whew, glad I got that off my chest.
For the first 10 minutes of this evening’s ride I was whining in my head, “Wah! I’m cold. This biking idea was stupid. I want to be at home already. Why didn’t I pack pants?” Then I started to scold myself for having the nerve to complain when it’s misty and 70. Man up!
As I pedaled away dreaming of all the fair food calories I was earning, shuttle bus after shuttle bus flew right by me. It was a little scary at first. The buses felt pretty close but I prayed they were used to sharing the road with cyclists. And I won’t lie. I was totally judging all those gluttonous, lazy people who were kicking back in those air conditioned buses. I felt completely superior. And jealous.
Injured veterans are often told they will never walk again. They may be bed ridden for the rest of their lives. But because somebody said let me build you a custom bike and get you independent, this man was able to start walking again. And he’s not alone. Hundreds of injured veterans are on a Ride to Recovery through Minnesota this week.
The ride to dad’s took just under an hour. They munched on PB & Js, squealed as we zipped down the slopes and poked fun at me as I slowly pumped up the hills along the way. For some reason my 6-year-old doesn’t have sympathy for the fact that I’m dragging 80 pounds (them!) behind me. The mom teasing aside, it was a pleasant way to spend a morning with my children and much more enjoyable than any hour-long commute we’ve taken in a car.
The bike I spotted today is cool for several reasons. So cool it turned me into a bit of a bike commute stalker (with good intentions). As I rode across the Lyndale Avenue pedestrian bridge I saw a man carrying his son on a Workcycle Bakfeit. Never heard of one? Neither had I until a few months ago…
I’ve been the mom in this scenario many, many times. Police say she turned to talk to her children in the backseat and when she turned forward she saw the biker, swerved to avoid him, but hit him. Thankfully I haven’t had such a close call with a cyclist or pedestrian. But as a driver, I’m ashamed to admit I have been careless.