For a year, I was a bike delivery driver for a popular sandwich restaurant. The terms “courier” and “messenger” didn’t really apply because they imply a greater variety of work and a higher status in bicycling subculture than I actually had. I just delivered sandwiches. It turns out that it’s a lot of fun to get paid to ride your bike around all day, even if you have to wear hemmed jean shorts and high-visibility construction-worker-type vests:
Be seen. Be safe.
I spent about thirteen months riding around the city. I feel like the job gave me a unique perspective on a few things:
Economic development
The Viking Bar on the West Bank.
The Viking Bar closed in 2006, when I was 20 years old. I turn 30 this year, and there are signs that it might open again. I got to talk to some of the guys who took down the “Gone Fishing” sign and posted the contact information for some company in Edina. I generally like active buildings more than vacant buildings, and I specifically would like this bar because it’s so close to the Humphrey School.
Despite my strong and long-standing convictions against public subsidies for sports stadiums, I delivered sandwiches to the employees of the Minnesota Sports Facilities Authority with speed and grace.
Art
Brackett Park rocket
They have climbable art in Brackett Park. I would have loved this as a kid.
Polar bear vehicle.
The West Bank punks make some crazy stuff, if you know where to look.
A man cycling with tie-dye art.
This is a guy who rides around carrying a cup of coffee and has framed tie-dye art hanging from his backpack.
Yarn art by Hot Tea.
Cool national artist (and fellow New Ulmite) Hot Tea installed this bidirectional piece. It reads “HOT” from the sidewalk side and “TEA” from the street side. It brightened up the desolate sidewalk that connects the West Bank to Downtown East.
Two guys bicycling to band practice.
Here are a couple of musicians on the move.
Lincoln and Reagan.
Propaganda is art, too. I would not have seen this political art if I hadn’t been delivering sandwiches.
Infrastructure
A car parked in the bike lane.
Sometimes a car parks in the bike lane.
Cars parked in the bike lane.
Sometimes several cars park in the bike lane at the same time.
A semi truck parked across the sidewalk, a lane of parking, and the bike lane.
And from time to time the bike lane is not occupied by stationary motor vehicles. We really need to figure out a better way to move cargo in this town.
Raining from below.
One time, when it was raining very hard in the summer, the manhole covers acted as fountains. I don’t understand the physics of it, but that seems to be the opposite of what’s supposed to happen.
Urban solitude
First tracks.
At the end of a late night shift, I started riding home at 3:30 or 4 in the morning.
Sunrise by the Hennepin Avenue bridge.
After the night owls had gone to sleep, and before the early birds had awakened, the city was mine to admire.