Jimmy John's, Meridian Street, Indianapolis, lunch - a #6 to be exact (hold the sprouts & cucumbers). While I'm eating and waiting to meet with the art director of Indianapolis Monthly, I notice the bike boys - plural, as in 14 of them. They rush in and out of JJ's, packing sacks full of subs & chips into their backpacks, then balancing boxes of fountain drinks as they mount their bikes and race toward destinations around the capital city. Outside, I ask Nate to pose for a photo and he tells me, "we've reached critical mass - 14 of us is not enough. Hey, you're not from the Indy Star are you? Guess not, they only photograph us when it's raining."