From the Editor
Bike joyfulness has so many dimensions to it, doesn’t it?
It can mean pedaling into work, barreling down a mountain, cruising from bar to bar, disappearing into a Sunday century ride, hopping over barriers at a cyclocross tournament, joining a peloton, slow rolling to tacos and beers, past community gardens, farmers’ markets, graffiti murals, and more.
I’m discovering new permutations of that joyfulness all the time!
To me, a joyride means setting off on my bike on a Saturday morning, ideally to a slow-paced social ride with dozens of people that ends with pastries, at which I’ll fill my belly with donuts and then leave the pack (smiling, waving) behind with just one or two friends for a whistle-paced roam around our incredible lakes and parks.
My bike joy is wandering around Minneapolis and Saint Paul and seeing where the current (or The Current) takes me next, whether that’s a show at First Avenue, a brewery in Northeast, or brunch in downtown Saint Paul. It means realizing at day’s end I churned out 60 miles without even trying. All powered by my own body.
That’s why I’m jumping-up-and-down, dancing-around excited about this magazine, and why I texted our publisher OMG!!! at least 10 times as we assembled what you’re seeing here today. We’re launching with an incredible line-up of contributors, all investigating their own permutations of bike joy.
In our debut issue:
Ben Weaver (bicycling poet, storyteller, troubadour, rambler) digs into Wild Spaces and examines why biking makes you more akin to animals than civilized humans.
Mecca Bos (food scene fixture and bike-y cook) tells you about two bicycling chefs whose establishments deserve your time and tastebuds.
Nutritionist Nicole Eikenberry parses the many types of fitness—and identifies the one that’s most meaningful—in her debut column for The Fit.
Tommy “Hurl” Everstone (of Cars ’R’ Coffins fame) provides a wistful look back on the bikes he’s loved, from child- to adulthood, and where they took him.
Dan Choma (long-time City Pages and Streets.mn contributor) rides down Washington’s new bike lanes through downtown Minneapolis—and relates them to ’80s music, of course.
Photographer John Murdoch gives us a look at the Homie Fall Fest, a 21st annual drunken, costumed ramble through the Twin Cities.
Oh yeah, and I (Patrick Stephenson) profile Bill O’Reilly (a.k.a., Baba O’Reilly), who’s lived enough bike lifetimes for four people combined.
So dig in. We really hope you enjoy this first issue, and know it’s just the beginning. We have so many more stories to tell! Maybe even ... yours?