Pushing Beyond the Envelope
It’s sometime after 2 am as I’m shepherded deeper into the dark and nearly-deserted expanse of Northeast Minneapolis. At a steady 25 MPH clip a landscape of small residential buildings and graffiti-lined warehouses fades past. I’m lost. But Ben isn’t.
We stop at a convenience store. I catch my breath and follow Ben inside, keeping half an eye on our bikes. I don’t know quite what kind of neighborhood this is, but I have an idea.