WHITE BEAR LAKE, MINNESOTA:  Was the Original White Bear a Polar Bear or an Albino Black Bear?

Before I delve into today’s relatively uneventful Coffeeneuring ride, I’ve decided to fill some space with a totally unnecessary summary of my horizon-broadening efforts so far.

As you may recall, I set a couple of personal goals for this Coffeeneuring season.  First, I resolved to try seven different coffee drinks that I’ve never had before.  Basically, that would be ANY coffee except espresso, straight black coffee, or that coffee with powdery artificial creamer from 40 years ago.  I was, and still am, very afraid.

My other goal was to explore seven different cities by bicycle.  Almost all of my previous 28 Coffeeneuring trips went to the same old coffee shops in MY Town, and I simply could not bore you–or myself–by writing about seven more rides like that.

Well, after having conducted the first five 2018 Coffeeneuring excursions, I am pleased to report that my efforts have been wildly successful.  (Successful, though not particularly flavorful.  But that’s okay because, in this case, success is measured in variety–not deliciousness.)

I’ve tasted five new coffee drinks: Cappuccino, Machiatto, White Chocolate Latte, and the Halloweenishly scary Pumpkin Pie Latte.  I’ve ridden my bike in five different cities:  Red Wing, Minneapolis, Northfield, Stillwater, and Eagan.  And, as an unintended bonus, I’ve figured out five new and embarrassingly ridiculous ways to demonstrate my imbecility via five Coffeeneuring posts.

Now it’s time to tell you about my 6th attempt at broadening my Coffeeneuring horizons.



Today I drove my wife, The Feeshko, to an appointment with a retina specialist near White Bear Lake.  The retina guy was going to use some of those eyedrops that blow up the black things in the center of The Feeshko’s beautiful hazel eyeballs, so he advised against driving back home by herself.  I took the opportunity to drive her to her appointment and to Coffeeneur at the same time.

Honestly, there isn’t much else to say.  Another city, another coffee, another opportunity to make a fool of myself.  I’ll just shut up and let the pictures do the talking.


WARNING: There might be more sightings of that polar bear in today’s photos.


He will greet you from the top of the sign welcoming you to White Bear Lake.


He’s on every street sign at every intersection.


His image can also be seen on every street light pole in the downtown area.


Some businesses hire him for advertising purposes. In this case, Polar Chevrolet expects him to sell more Impalas, Malibus, Equinox’s, Corvettes, Tahoes, etc. G-2 wants in on some of that promo money.


Other businesses make all of their money on selling replicas of that great white bear.


I made the mistake of thinking I could visit this establishment to help me lure one of those loveable polar bears into my arms. Then I realized it was a shop dedicated to luring and catching FISH.


Out there, beyond The Reckless Mr. Bing Bong, is the actual White Bear Lake.


I’m a literalist, so if the lake was named after the City of White Bear Lake, I think it should be called Lake White Bear Lake. On the other hand, if the city was named after White Bear Lake, it should be called White Bear Lake City. They should not both be called just White Bear Lake. Just one man’s opinion.


Well, lah-di-dah! Manitou Island is a private community of very wealthy White Bear Lake-ians. I didn’t ride into their little enclave for fear of being arrested by private security guards and thrown into some kind of dungeon.


The quaint downtown area of White Bear Lake City.


Sticking with the “lake” theme, I guess you could say I moored The Reckless Mr. Bing Bong at the dock in front of The Anchor Coffee House.


That’s where I sipped on an “Americano.” Being that it was a double shot of espresso topped by a bit of steaming water, I shouldn’t have been surprised that it tasted a lot like my favorite drink–plain old black coffee.

Hi. My name is Greg and I ride my bike a lot. That is to say, I ride my bike almost every day. I go on long rides and short rides. Sunny rides, cloudy rides, and rainy rides. I like commuting, errand-running, day-tripping, overnighting, and touring on my bike. I ride on city streets, highways, gravel, single track, and snow with equal enthusiasm. Sometimes I ride fast and sometimes I ride slow. I try to keep my feet on the pedals at stop lights and I do not dismount when I hop up on a curb. I have a roadie bike, a mountain bike and a touring bike. I try to accept any challenge a bike ride can throw at me without complaint. But I don't like bugs.

3 response to "BROADENING MY COFFEENEURING HORIZONS: Part Six (of Seven)"

  1. By: Seasidejanet Posted: November 3, 2018

    Ahhhh….The Americano. My fav! Hope “The Feeshko” is well!! I expect we will see some snow rides soon from you….take care my friend.

  2. By: gregblood Posted: November 3, 2018

    I still sometimes chuckle at the idea of you Googling “Feeshko” a while back, Rockin’ Girl. Anyway, The Feeshko is doing well. She had laser surgery three months ago to help her with some flashing that was going on in her left eye. This visit was a follow-up to that surgery and things are looking pretty good.

    And yes, THERE WILL BE SNOW!

  3. By: Kathleen Jones Posted: November 4, 2018

    The way things are going you might actually have some white bears there as they look for food and convert to hunting humans on bikes.

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