The holiday weekend found me in Indianapolis visiting my brother. On Sunday, we rode the Monon Trail from his neighborhood to downtown, a roundtrip of somewhere around 14 miles. The trail, built along the path of an old railway was beautiful, the snazzy Bianchi bikes we borrowed from a high school friend were nimble, but the best thing about it was spending some time riding bikes with my brother again.
This is an old favorite hobby of ours, as you can see.
We’re no longer quite so blond, and I no longer carry a groomable dog toy with me when I ride, but other than that, things were pretty much the same as when we used to ride around our neighborhood in Minnesota, or to the convenience store from our house in Alabama: fun!
Indianapolis seems to be following the path of Chicago and other Midwestern cities like Madison, and has created some wonderful cycling facilities in recent years. Check out these shots from the Monon Trail, which, unlike the other trails I’ve ridden, was mostly used by cyclists — we saw only one jogger and a handful of other pedestrians.
Unfortunately the trail ended abruptly at a construction zone.
Once we negotiated all that, things got bike-friendly again. Bikes had special paths on several streets downtown — including Alabama Avenue, of all places. And not everyone felt the need to lock their bikes. A cyclist’s paradise?
As an English major and an engineer (I’ll let you guess who’s who!), Charlie and I have gone in different directions at different points in our lives, but we share enough in common (besides our genes and a set of great parents) that spending time together is a lot of fun. Since I only have one sibling, I’m especially glad I ended up with the one I did. Thanks for the tour, Charl!