Babes in Bikeland: Maybe There is a Bike Culture for Me

I carried my bicycle down the 30 concrete stairs that led to Powderhorn Park in Minneapolis, where around 40 women, trans, and femme-identified (WTF) people socialized while holding their bikes. “Way to be hardcore! I see you!” said one bicyclist, as I attempted to look smooth while already sweating. As the evening’s ride got started,…