The ride brought forth a wide variety of riders--the sporty, gear-loving sort, young people, old people, hipsters, parrots, parents and children (including a couple of young kids on their own bikes). In my snarky moments (which admittedly are many), I wonder if the lycra-clad "got" that their participation in lycra was a bit beside the point. People who are sport-cyclists aren't the kind of riders the City needs to encourage. They are already out there (on evenings and weekends, but are they riding to work?). We need more people who use the bicycle as a mode of transportation--and who ride in the same clothes they work in. But maybe they work in lycra?
All snark aside, I really do appreciate that so many lovers of the bike came out to ride.
So, yeah, lots of riders. And lots of helmets, which means that I can't become a member of the cyclechic group of bike blogs. But, to each his own, right? Who am I to comment on personal style, or the lack thereof?
The route was around seven miles, and took us East past the mall, then back through the Bryan Park neighborhood. This is to say that we went up some nice hills. And I once again questioned my decision to ride a 3-speed, Dutch-style bike with a toddler on it (ehem, an extra 40 pounds).
Does a bike meant to ride on the flats of Northern Europe have any place in hilly South-Central Indiana? I ask myself this whenever I ride to the East side of town, but I inevitably come back to the answer yes for these reasons: 1) a Dutch/Danish-style bike is much nicer looking than a racing, touring, mountain, or hybrid bike (and if you don't have talent, you ought to have style); 2) Dutch-style bikes have nice fenders, chain guards, and, often, coat or skirt guards, which let you use a bicycle as a mode of transport; and 3) this style of bike allows you to sit upright, which is not good if you want to go fast, but is likely safer because it provides me more visibility to cars and more stability since the upright position has a center of gravity that is akin to walking. Quick movements are less likely to result in crashes, which is important when riding in my work clothes (or with my son on the bike). Plus, it's more comfortable.
In the end, I was huffing and puffing more than most, and sweating up a storm, in which case the breathable cycling gear would have come in handy.
I may have complained a bit about the hills, but the easterly-ride took me through an area I had yet to see: the bicycle underpass on Seventh Street! (see right; more about that later).
After returning to City Hall, some of us rode on to Lennie's for brunch. Lennie's, a seriously bike-friendly business, offered 50% off for riders. Chicken and waffles and a persimmon ale hit the spot.
It was a great day, and I am already looking forward to next year. Thanks to climate change, I expect the weather will be just as nice.