I’m heading toward Hennepin on 9th Street. This is a typical scene at rush hour, which as you might know is a bit of a misnomer: The cars aren’t rushing—they’re stuck. I’m the one rushing. Biking in any urban center involves special thrills. Almost every second requires full attention, moving or track-standing. Being out in the open allows me to sense the sounds, smells, and movements in a close and personal way that drivers don’t experience.
