this article wonderfully captures the minnesota mentality, and not just regarding bicycling either. we're a kind, sweet bunch of blond-haired, blue-eyed scandinavians but underneath we're tough as nails and will keep rolling through any weather.
my favorite line: "all i ever hear about is how cool portland is. who rides through the [shiz] we do? we ride more by accident then they do on purpose."
if you want to see adorable pictures of my adorable nieces and nephews as well as my mother making funny faces you can click on the album link. it was an purely american weekend. hope you enjoy.
The wood nymph fairies blissfully pranced in the morning light past the glistening dewdrops on the meadow thistles by the Old Mill, ignorant of the daily slaughter that occurred just behind its lichen-encrusted walls, twin 20-ton mill stones savagely ripping apart the husks of wheat seed, gleefully smearing the starchy entrails across their dour granite faces in unspeakable botanical horror and carnage – but that’s not our story; ours is about fairies!