Because of ridiculous construction-related traffic on I-94, I got back home around 11 last night. Not bueno, dudes. Not bueno.
After dropping off my brother at his place I headed down Lyndale and turned onto Lake on the way to my apartment. A couple blocks after the Bryant Lake Bowl, I had to swerve suddenly (good thing the roads were empty because it was 11 p.m. on a Sunday [grumble]) to avoid a situation that I would probably place at the bottom of any "likely to happen in Minneapolis" list: a rickshaw. Stopping in the middle of the street to pick up two persons. Being pulled by another person.
I just wanted to share. Has anyone else seen Minneapolitan rickshaws? I am intrigued.