On Sunday Broadway Street from Mulberry Street to Alamo Plaza was closed to vehicular traffic from 10 am to 3 pm to allow 75,000 San Antonians to walk, ride, stroll or bike the 6-mile route for its semi-annual Siclovia event. I arrived with my bike and camera around ten am at the middle of the route. (Pronounced sic-lo-via)
Even at that early hour and after a overnight heavy rain downpour many thousands of people were already enjoying the event. At my starting point I looked for someone I was supposed to meet. Couldn’t find them, but meet a few others I knew. After a quick schmooze I checked out a few health vendor booths, got two T-shirts, a bag and a water bottle, before pedaling south towards the Alamo.
My trek was a slow easy ride with increasing crowds as I approached the Alamo. The sounds at the Alamo were amazing. Vendors galore, people milling about and a buzz in the air of excitement. Having your picture taken in front of the Alamo is a popular tourist and resident’s activity that I didn’t decline. At this time I am waiting for the on-line photo to be posted. At the Alamo I took the opportunity get free air for my bike.
I didn’t stay long before I turned around and rode north towards my starting spot and beyond. I stopped to enjoy the San Antonio Youth Symphony performing at a street corner. Rode past “bubble artists.” Waved at strangers and just goofed along.
At the mid-point I stopped again to check for my missing companion, still missing. To be honest it was a person that I had only spoken to on the phone and I had no idea what they looked like. Could have been right next to me and I wouldn’t have known. Then I continued north with increasing crowds. Past Ronald McDonald, the Pig Stand, a rock climbing tower and Larry’s Lop-cycle.
|Larry's "Lop-cycle." Note rear wheel hub location.|
The Siclovia event ended at Brackenridge Park with numerous booths, refreshments, water and crowds.
|Booth at Brackenridge Park, with water, bananas, apples and more|
At one point I glanced at my watch and realized how long I had been out and proceeded to call my wife.
“Honey, I am having too much fun and I might leave in another hour.”
It turned to be more like ninety minutes, but when having a good time there is no reason to quit too soon.
See the entire slide show on my webpage of my 12-mile Siclovia day.
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