Last week I set a goal to do more fun things around the city and made a mental checklist of places I wanted to visit. I have already marked two places off the list! On Monday, Forest Park/Potters Bridge in Noblesville then yesterday visiting the Indianapolis Museum of Art/100 Acre Park. The newsworthy part of going to the IMA is that we biked there! Yes, all the way from Westfield. Our good friend John Brooks joined me and Joey on what started as a "hey, let's bike to Broadripple, have lunch, bike back." Of course I expanded that trip at least an additional 10 miles that left everyone exhausted and useless for the rest of the day (except me, I worked in the yard). The first half of our trip was going along as planned. Biked to Broadripple on the Monon and ate at Boogie Burger (not the best decision making for a day full of physical activity). This is where I throw the big fat wrench in the original plan. We then followed the Canal Path to the 100 Acre Park connected to the IMA, circled around some trails, and up past the IMA. Since we were there, I took the boys on a scenic trip down frat row on Butler's campus then back on the Monon at 52nd. By this time I think they were getting a little sick of me and the double cheeseburgers they had consumed were getting pretty angry too. In total we biked 36 miles! I'm sure that is the last time the boys will invite me to ride bikes since their goal for the day was only to get the cheeseburgers. I'm still proud of all of us for surviving the journey (even though I about killed all of us several times by causing at least one bike pile up due to rubbernecking a cyclist bite it going the opposite direction, having another cyclist scream "dumbass" at me because I came inches from hitting him head on, and getting a 4' tree branch stuck in my tire spoke). The only real tragedy of the day is my camera took a nose dive onto the concrete during my attempt to "bunny hop" a curb. I'm not sure I can hang with the boys on their athleticism as much as they can't hang with me on my stamina. Anyone want to join me on my next bike ride?.....yeah, that's what I figured.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Broadripple or Bust
Last week I set a goal to do more fun things around the city and made a mental checklist of places I wanted to visit. I have already marked two places off the list! On Monday, Forest Park/Potters Bridge in Noblesville then yesterday visiting the Indianapolis Museum of Art/100 Acre Park. The newsworthy part of going to the IMA is that we biked there! Yes, all the way from Westfield. Our good friend John Brooks joined me and Joey on what started as a "hey, let's bike to Broadripple, have lunch, bike back." Of course I expanded that trip at least an additional 10 miles that left everyone exhausted and useless for the rest of the day (except me, I worked in the yard). The first half of our trip was going along as planned. Biked to Broadripple on the Monon and ate at Boogie Burger (not the best decision making for a day full of physical activity). This is where I throw the big fat wrench in the original plan. We then followed the Canal Path to the 100 Acre Park connected to the IMA, circled around some trails, and up past the IMA. Since we were there, I took the boys on a scenic trip down frat row on Butler's campus then back on the Monon at 52nd. By this time I think they were getting a little sick of me and the double cheeseburgers they had consumed were getting pretty angry too. In total we biked 36 miles! I'm sure that is the last time the boys will invite me to ride bikes since their goal for the day was only to get the cheeseburgers. I'm still proud of all of us for surviving the journey (even though I about killed all of us several times by causing at least one bike pile up due to rubbernecking a cyclist bite it going the opposite direction, having another cyclist scream "dumbass" at me because I came inches from hitting him head on, and getting a 4' tree branch stuck in my tire spoke). The only real tragedy of the day is my camera took a nose dive onto the concrete during my attempt to "bunny hop" a curb. I'm not sure I can hang with the boys on their athleticism as much as they can't hang with me on my stamina. Anyone want to join me on my next bike ride?.....yeah, that's what I figured.
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