The Framed Minnesota 2.0

A fat bike resting against tree trunks

I was never really a bike person. As a kid I remember getting my first bike and being wildly excited by it, and growing up outside of town bicycles were the mode of transport of choice until we earned our driving privileges. But somewhere between then and now biking just kind of became a chore. There were friends that I had that loved road biking but generally speaking that was about the sum of my exposure to bike culture, spandex and skinny smooth wheels. Generally something that interested me about as much as a dentist visit. Continue reading »