 Rules don't apply. On a cool spring day, driving down suburban Minneapolis-sized streets, we run red lights and whip around curves so fast I can barely take in the commonplace American view. Tracked housing, big box stores, churches, office parks, semi-industrial no-man's land. Finally, we arrive at our destination, Nine Mile Brewing in Bloomington, Minnesota. Let's go. Let's go, commands someone, a Secret Service agent maybe, as the motorcade pulls into a loading dock.