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01 Mar
2017

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28 Days of Loving MN Winter 2017

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In 2014, Low created a project to get them through the brutal Minnesota winter. For 29 days they posted stories and pictures and poems about riding through the difficult month of February. In 2015 and 2016 it grew into a beautiful collective effort, with dozens of WTFs sharing what makes them #LoveMNWinter. 

This year — my first full winter in Minnesota — I had the privilege of wrangling stories, reflections, poems and photo collections that gave me life in these dark days (on so many levels).

For so many of us, we love winter not only for the beauty we see outside but for the vitality it inspires in ourselves. MN winter makes us feel powerful and soft, determined and patient, fierce and playful. It takes us out of comfort zones and reminds us to slow down. It proves that we are brave and capable — and supported by an amazing community of fellow WTF riders.

Here's a recap of some of my favorite phrases and thoughts from #LoveMNWinter 2017!

 

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Connor, Day 28: She is still in about 40 pieces because I did that thing where you don’t bother to take a picture of how everything fits back together before you take it apart so whatever thing it is (in this case, my bike) sits there sadly staring at you like, “Why did you do this to me?” and all you can say is, “I’M SORRY I WAS TRYING TO MAKE IT BETTER!”

Clark, Day 27: Wheels crunch through the snow | Quintron line keeps me moving | She is badass

Low, Day 26: Resist that shit. We're beautiful.

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Monica, Day 25: In February it’s the nuthatches, chick-a-dees and woodpeckers that keep me smiling along with the cardinals and robins that are already starting their spring calls.

Yasmiene, Day 24: There’s a spot by my house that was as smooth as a fresh skating rink. I feel so playful when I’m sliding on the ice to watch the water underneath move.

Teresa, Day 23: I love the idea that during this time when life slows down, and we are all forced indoors to stay warm, that essential knowledge is shared in a communal way.

Amanda, Day 22: Not everywhere gets winter, so it’s special. It’s fleeting. I want more winter, more snow, more layers, more hot chocolate with marshmallows. More winter bike rides that rejoice in the cold and snow that makes our state special.

Lucy, Day 21: One evening during the very first significant snowstorm, I was biking home and must have looked ridiculous sliding around the bike lane on 26 and Bloomington all by myself. A woman in her mini-van rolled down the window to ask if I was interested in taking a ride from her... Even though it was snowy, icy and cold outside, I’ll never forget how warm I felt after that interaction.

Sarah, Day 20: false brown spring from froze | happy fat tires ride smooth | on snow forest slush

Casey, Day 19: There is a soft, stillness to winter on the plains/prairie/lake country where humans get to hibernate inside of fluffy blankets and frosty balaclavas. Silently biking through a fresh, sparkling blanket of snow on a clear night feels like a secret.

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Heidi, Day 18: Moving to Minnesota has meant learning about, among other things, neck gaiters, meat raffles, ice houses on frozen lakes, booya, and sundogs. For some reason it took me until my fourth Minnesotan winter to actually see sundogs.

Melody, Day 17: A lightbulb went off in my head. If I want people to give me space on the road out in Coon Rapids, it is best for me to smile and share a positive story.

Colleen, Day 15: Biking in the winter is an awesome, exhilarating, sometimes unpredictable experience.

Kadence, Day 14: I want to share with you my not-so-special-secret for How to Be a Bike Babe Badass, so that you, too, will become the Bike Babe Badass That You’ve Always Wanted to Be.

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JJ, Day 13: As a survivor, cycling plays a key role in my healing. I can feel the power of my body. As far as winter biking is concerned, it’s all just part of the adventure. I wouldn’t have it any other way and I love riding in winter.

Anna, Day 12: Sometimes community means getting a lot of help to do something really stupid. For me, this year, that was finishing my first-ever fat bike race.

Joy, Day 11: I feel powerful when I pass another powerful winter cyclist and we give each other the all-knowing nod. To me the nod says, "I see you. We're doing great. It's damn cold."

Judy, Day 10: As evening descended upon the town, we churned through the brown squashy streets back to the hotel and stowed the bikes... We’d survived another adventure and lived to ride another day.

BrieAnna, Day 9: I love how quiet and in your own world you can feel on a winter's night.

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Bri, Day 8: My favorite is crossing the Mississippi River — it's never the same — roiling, rambling, rushing, freezing, thawing, but always moving forward.

Tina, Day 7: Often, as city-dwellers, we get wrapped up in what we do here, and our world shrinks down to the borders of what we can immediately see. This weekend, the universe conspired to break us out of that loop, a chance to experience and appreciate the warmth and wonder of rural Minnesota.

Dana, Day 6: This year’s great discovery has been the wool circle skirt. Even in below zero temperatures, I am cozy and stylish in heavy wool with a pair or two of fleece leggings underneath.

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Holly, Day 5: This winter, I’ve been “hunkering down” as an opportunity to find my way out of a personal shitstorm of burn out and avoidance. I'm starting by catching up on some reading, ready to strategize a new route forward and it starts by sticking to the work of WTFs and POC authors in my #lovemnwinter reading list...

Lauren, Day 4: I love MN winter. But love does not always look like excitement or appreciation. Sometimes love looks like patience.

Anneka, Day 3: I love the Midwest winter because, more than ever, this is how I want to be: fierce, unpredictable in my tactics, disrupting the system so that there is space and fertile ground for new seeds to grow come spring.

Hilary, Day 2: I love wearing all my layers not only because they keep me warm, but because they remind me of all the friends and family that helped me be the badass I am today.

Carolyn, Day 1: I don't know if it's moving through the world as a woman that makes me feel subconsciously exposed at all times, but I like wearing sweaters and mittens and two pairs of pants. Maybe the layers make me feel bigger in a world that often makes me feel small — or more protected from the hurled insults we all defend against daily when we ride.

HUGE thanks to everyone who contributed!

28 Feb
2017

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Day 28 of Loving MN Winter

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I #LoveMNWinter. Today, I love that we’re one day closer to real spring.

By Connor Phelan

Well friends, we made it! It is officially the last day of February (can I get an Amen?), even if the temperature has been feeling much more like spring.

I’m new to Minneapolis as of August 2016 and this is my first year tackling winter biking. Can I really even say that I’ve been trying winter biking, though, when we’ve had, like, three days of snow? Meh.

But what an adventure it has been. This February has taught me more about how to layer than basically any month ever (or at least since I’ve been bike commuting). I’ve learned that you may be wearing your fleece and windbreaker on your way to work in the morning, but by the time you leave the office, you’re trying to remove as many layers as possible while maintaining an acceptable level of non-nudity in public (and if you’re me, the instant you get home you rip off your shirt because even after stripping down, you’re STILL a hot mess).

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Me, after my freezing (literally, it was -6 degrees that day) ride to the office.

February also taught me that when the snow melts and it becomes that kind of gross slush, the roads become littered with all of the sand and salt that was used to de-ice the roads a month ago. Totally fine for cars — but where does said salt all end up after a few days of snow-free roads? The bike lanes, of course! I discovered this quickly (and unpleasantly) after a day or so when I pulled my beloved Hot Tamale road bike back out of hiding and rode it to work and home. It felt great to be back on my favorite bike and I remembered all over again why I love biking so much.

And then, that dreaded sound hit. The sound of your chain squeaking and grinding all of that gritty sand with each pedal rotation. At first, I was just straight up confused — it was a new chain and I took super good care of my bike! But then one day I got smart and pulled the chain off to wipe it down. And what did I find? All of that glorious sand stuck in every little nook and cranny of my freewheel. Whyyyyyy??!!

Good thing we were still in a full-swing global warming week so it was warm enough to wash the Hot Tamale outside on the back porch. She is still in about 40 pieces because I did that thing where you don’t bother to take a picture of how everything fits back together before you take it apart so whatever thing it is (in this case, my bike) sits there sadly staring at you like, “Why did you do this to me?” and all you can say is, “I’M SORRY I WAS TRYING TO MAKE IT BETTER!” And then you just can’t look at your sad bike anymore so you turn the other way and go get yourself a glass of kombucha. Or whatever kale-loving people are drinking these days.

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The beloved Hot Tamale’s pieces, after being scrubbed clean, now lay out to dry.

Anyway, I realize this is now getting way off topic from what I learned about biking in MN winter and why I love winter biking so much. So, I will leave you with this: Winter biking has taught me a lot about dressing for whatever temperature Mother Nature decides to throw at us, the importance of cleaning out your chain frequently, and that you should smile at other bikers you pass on your way to wherever you’re going because no matter why you bike, we are the people that make the biking community beautiful.

Read about last year’s collaborative challenge to love one thing about winter everyday in February of 2016. Tweet your own loves: #lovemnwinter @greaseragmpls.

26 Feb
2017

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Day 26 of Loving Winter 2017

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I #lovemnwinter!  Today, I love that #feministselfie light.

There's less sun in the winter, so make the most out of those golden hours. Is it just me, or does that low angle sun just make you look radiantly beautiful in your forward-facing camera?!

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Selfie of a QTPOC person on a bike in the perfect light, with a gray scarf on their face, white helmet on that says, "peace"

Merriam Webster added "selfie" to the dictionary in 2014. It's official! Selfies are a legit, mainstream form of self expression.

I avoided sharing selfies for a long time because I felt shy about being slut-shamed, sexist comments, or people mocking my mock duck face as conceited vanity.

But you know what?

If I don't love myself, and my image, no one else is going to do it for me! 

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Selfie of QTPOC person on a bike with a bright organge hat on, jean jacket, and a geometric shadow from a fence

I embrace the selfie, because I should not be ashamed to love my own image, and there is no shame in celebrating and broadcasting that! Let's live in a society where we can tell each other, "You look like you feel good!"

When I feel that my voice and my image are not represented by mainstream media?? What can I do?? Self publish some self love via selfie:

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Closeup of QTPOC person's eye, tiny ice drops on their eyelashes, with a white helmet that reads "RIFF" and a gray scarf covering their face

An article on #feministselfies:

We have entire industries depend on the perpetuation of women’s inferiority complexes.

Diet pills, acne cream, fashion, and pretty much the entirety of the advertising and marketing industries are just a few examples of why society has a vested economic interest in keeping girls’ self-esteem low.

I don’t mean to suggest that anything marketed toward women is inherently bad. However, the predominant message often promotes negative self-image.

The social status quo is also at stake. Girls are taught from an early age that they can only feel good about themselves through the approval of everyone else, especially men, and should be willing to change or compromise at the drop of a hat in order to achieve acceptance.

Resist that shit. We're beautiful.

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Selfie of QTPOC person on a bike in bright red plaid pants, a big wool shirt, black cap, white helmet, gray scarf and sunglasses, and a lipstick'd smirk of smug confidence

Read about last year’s collaborative challenge to love one thing about winter everyday in February of 2016. Tweet your own loves: #lovemnwinter @greaseragmpls.

25 Feb
2017

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Day 25 of Loving MN Winter

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I #LoveMNWinter. Today, I love biking and birds!

By Monica Bryand

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One of the things that gets me through any time of year are the birds. I’m unfortunately one of those bikers that might get a little distracted when I hear a call and then try and locate it or if I see an eagle or a hawk flying overhead, wanting to take in the beauty of their flight (much easier to do on a bike then in a car). In February it’s the nuthatches, chick-a-dees and woodpeckers that keep me smiling along with the cardinals and robins that are already starting their spring calls.

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Since about February 2012 I’ve posted a bird of the day on Facebook (these are photos that I’ve taken). It’s my way of sharing a little joy to start the day and bring some awareness to protecting habitats for both birds and humans. This spring I’ll be biking and birding around the lakes looking for ducks and other water fowl and would love some company, more details to follow.

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Photos by Monica Bryand

Read about last year’s collaborative challenge to love one thing about winter everyday in February of 2016. Tweet your own loves: #lovemnwinter @greaseragmpls

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