The Broad Street Adventure Ride

Lyd and I rolled out Sunday morning for a ride that we had been talking about for days. We wanted to try to find the Alum Creek Bike Path so she could ride to work from the house. We left a bit late, had our coffee, and rolled out of Grandview. Catching the path at 3rd Ave, we headed to Confluence and along the downtown waterfront. Passing the old prison site and the Santa Maria, we popped out athe Broad St. bridge, and decided we would cut straight through the heart of Columbus and hope to hit the trail.









We ran into a bike club from somewhere up near Westerville, and when hey asked what we wer attempting, they adamantly said it couldn't be done. Thankfully these folks were not around during the attempt to cross the Atlantic by Senor Columbus himsself. We continued on despite the threat of riding off the edge of the Earth, and in about 15 minutes passed the Franklin Conservatory. We hit the trail on the next block, exactly as we had planned.











The path was desolate. In no way as well-maintained (it's in a les-affluent area), but equally a scenic, this path rolled all the way out near the airport before it broke up into a short sretch of city streets. We turned around here, because Lyd hasn't been riding much and needed to make it home. We found a short-cut that would take us through a less attractive part of the urban landscape. It looked very similair to the part of the LA River bike path south of Griffith Park, down under the 5fwy/110fwy overpass. Lyd took two shards of broken Colt 45 bottle to the back tire, and we would have to limp the bike home form there. We did have a fun stop in the heart of the Arena District and Lyd got to watch me pull stupid parlor tricks on the stairs, railings, etc. of that area. We rolled sfaely home on a really fun ride. C-bus is DEAD on Sunday mornings, and riding through all the turnof the century and beyond homes and buildings is a great hsitory lesson.