I am forever infatuated with the grand majestic barns of Indiana. It takes me back to a simpler time when families and friends lived in the same community for generations. Whenever I pass an old barn, I imagine what it must have been like for the people who celebrated the barn raising all those years ago. Some of the older barns are in such disrepair that with every thunderstorm another one seems to go down. Then, a metal pole barn goes up in its place, if it is replaced at all.
Since Indiana is filled with corn and soybean fields and wide open spaces, I am always on the lookout for new roads and new barns to add a sense of adventure when I am riding. I like to think that my need for exploration and adventure came from my ancestors, who were a part of the Lewis and Clark expedition. And with every new adventure, there is always a sense of joy when I see that an old barn has been restored, or a new one has gone up in the traditional style.
I love the architecture of Indiana barns, because most of them from the 1800’s to the early 1900’s include cupolas. I’ve noticed when riding through other areas, that the architecture of barns is incredibly different. For instance, when I raced in the Dirty Mudd’r race in Illinois this Spring, I noticed there were dozens of round barns. I wondered why? Was it because there was an architect in the area who just happened to like that style? Or was it because a certain group of people settled in the area? I also love the simple and pure white barns of the Amish.
I ride my bike for so many reasons. I love riding until my legs hurt and I can’t breathe. I love the wind in my hair. I love the competition of a race. I love the freedom. And I love finding new adventures. Since I work full time, and have a house and boys still at home to take care of, discovering new barns helps to feed my need for the sense of adventure! And it reminds me of my dream that someday I will ride my bike from coast to coast and document all of the grand old majestic barns that are still standing.
