On Saturday, June 9, 2018, I rode an Indy Go bus from the south side of the city to downtown.
I know that most people would say “so”, “big deal”, “who cares”. But, for me, it was some what of a personal milestone. I never ridden an Indy Go bus as an adult. And, I only rode on the city bus once or twice as a teenager.
Of course, during college I rode the campus bus but I’m not counting that.
So what was my experience.
- There is a lot of waiting. Waiting at the stop to ride the bus downtown. Waiting at the Transit Center downtown to ride home. If I had driven my 2000 Honda Civic, there would be no waiting, unless it was waiting in traffic.
- It’s not a smooth ride. Indianapolis streets are the worst. Pot holes every where. Joe Hogsett (the mayor of Indianapolis) hasn’t done a great job repairing city streets, in my opinion.
- The people. An entire mix. Black, white, Indian, old (me), young. We all sat in silence during the bumpy ride.
Why did I ride the Indy Go bus downtown?
Well, other than wanting the experience of waiting for and riding the bus, I wanted to take photos at the 2018 Indy Pride Festival.
Not that I’m gay. I’m as straight as they come. But, I wanted to take photos at the parade, show support, etc. I even bumped into my second ex-wife.
And, I could walk around downtown for a few miles and burn some calories.
I knew the festival would be a colorful event. And the ambient light was good for photos. I walked through the crowd and took over 384 photos. Some are great photos, most are mediocre, some are my usual creepy shots. Most everyone I encountered was happy to pose for me (G-rated poses).
I had a lunch at a restaurant on Mass Ave (Bru Burger) and drank two beers. So, my 9 day streak of no beer calories came to end at the Bru Burger. I have no idea what the calorie count of the juicy cheese burger with fried egg and french fries was
After the parade, I burned lunch and beer calories by walking with the crowd to Military Park were the festival was gathering. However, a nasty storm was blowing in and the officials evacuated the park. I had not enter the festival grounds when they declared the evacuation but was directed toward the IUPUI campus.. I found shelter under a tree in front of the Heron Art School building.
One person walking by suggested I find shelter in the building instead of under the tree. A sensible man would. But I stayed under the tree. Maybe a lightening strike would cure me of this depression?
When there was a break in the storm, I walked to an easy-up tent that was still standing and stood underneath it for a few minutes. When it was apparent the storm had passed, I walked through the empty and soaked festival grounds and back to the Transit Center.
I waited over 40 minutes for the bus for the ride home. My shoes were soaked from the storm.
I pulled the string for the bus to stop where I wanted to get off. I parked my 2000 Honda Civic near the bus stop so I drove home in my still-soaked shoes and wasted my of the remainder of the day.
If I take the bus downtown for a future photo opportunity, I could walk to the bus stop. It’s about a mile from the house and would help in the calorie burning effort.