Comic Con and Motor Sports

Whenever we are in a big city, we like to get to the downtown area. There is just something so alive and exciting about a city's main areas. So many different types of people, strange stores, a variety of shopping, glitzy malls make it a treat. In a town of 20,000 life rolls by at a slower and often times mundane pace. This time it was no different. As I wrote in the previous post, the boys tired of the water park pretty quickly and were ready to venture out. We all buckled up and drove the 30 minutes into downtown.

Now then getting to the downtown area was no piece of cake (sugar-fee or otherwise). Meandering along the outer streets of downtown we began noticing lots and lots of people walking to events. Try as we might, we couldn't figure out the venue. Having looked up things to do in Indy for the day we knew that there was a Pacers basketball game, the thing is no one was wearing Pacers gear. As we were stopped at a light I yelled out to a crew of people hanging out in a parking lot "What's going on?". Their response "Motorsports, Comic Con, and a Pacers game." Oh, okay.

Turning the corner at said stoplight, we add ourselves to a traffic jam. Ugh! Luckily it was only about a 20 to 30 minute wait. And the fun we had watching people going by was the best. Plus there were two big trucks in front of us that kept putting them in neutral and revving the motors to get loud and crazy and have black smoke clouds rolling from their giant tail pipes. The groups walking by that were into that sort of thing, cheered, hooted, hollered, and egged them on. Our hilarity at their reactions was worth the black smoke rolling around our little green station wagon. And before you knew it a small group of Comic Con goers would trot by. How did we know that they were from Comic Con? The same way we knew the ones going to the motor sports, how they were dressed. It's not everyday that someone dresses like the Riddler, Captain America, or wears a Minecraft head as they stroll the streets at a leisurely pace. I couldn't  have been more proud to be an American as I watched these two crowds walk amongst each other without a backwards or sideways glance. Pure beauty right there.

Well we eventually made it to a street, to make it to a street, that took us to another street to get close to the center and the mall, to find a parking garage.