Indianapolis, Indiana

Indianapolis, Indiana

Tonight my wrists are extremely cold, I don’t know about you, but having cold wrists is so frustrating and they are awkward to warm up! This has really nothing to do with Indiana, except that it’s much warmer there then it is in Toronto. I am fighting the cold wrists syndrome!

So back to Indiana, and more importantly Indianapolis. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when I sit and daydream about the city centre circle and the block upon city block of war memorials. Indianapolis gets the prize for war memorials.

Indianapolis to me, is a giant sleeping city, on Island time, wonderful Island time.

Its an interesting city, really. It has large suburban sprawl. A solid artistic community. A Canal that has no functional purpose, that begins out of a small hill and ends at a cement wall. The Indianapolis Mini Marathon. The Brick Yard race track. A stadium for every sport, sports teams do not share venues, they get their own! Lots of wonderful restaurants. Has hosted at least two Star Wars conventions (why do I know this?). And lastly and most important, the Saturday night motorcade spectacular on Monument Circle.

The Saturday night motorcade spectacular is a must see. Just as dusk is starting to set in, the local Police start getting their barricades ready. As dusk turns into night, the Monument Circle round-about quickly fills up with the most eclectic selection of motorised vehicles. The horse drawn carriages are forced into the inner most part of the circle. There are neon, hopping cars, giant monster trucks, spinning chrome rims, slammed vehicles and about 100 or more motorbikes. Now the motor bikes don’t keep going in circles like the rest of the motorcade. The motor bikes park in front of the Chocolate Cafรฉ. When the police decide its time for everyone to go home, they put up their temporary wood barricades and stop the flow of vehicles into the circle. It is the modern day “Grease” for adults ๐Ÿ™‚

From my many visits, it would seem the downtown core mostly only bustles when there is a race or sporting event in town with the clear exception of the Saturday night motorcade spectacular (Seriously it’s that COOL I can’t stop mentioning it!)

So why am I sitting here blogging about Indianapolis. Well the city stole my sister and as much as I want her back, the city is slowing stealing me – only for different reasons. On my list of places to live here goes:

1. Carmel, Indiana (ok maybe it’s not Indianapolis, but it’s sooo close it might as well be.)
2. Munich, Germany
3. Mullins Bay, Barbados
and lastly and most important…
4. Toronto, Canada ๐Ÿ™‚

No matter the places that steal a part of my heart and set me off dreaming when I visit, it is great to come home.

4 thoughts on “Indianapolis, Indiana

  1. i love their seemingly endless war memorials and the fact that downtown is a like a ghost town on the weekend. my co-workers are all in carmel and i spent a month living there.. i will pass (it was january though!) lol.

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  2. I hear ya… There’s just no place like home sometimes…

    However, I do wonder… does this modern day Grease thing happen every Saturday?? Why don’t they put that on tourism posters??

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