Early on a Sunday morning, there's nothing to slow you down on the concourse surrounding the deserted arena. You and your mini-yous can cruise round and round, careening recklessly down the giant ramps of doom. There's plenty of crowd-control railing to weave your way through, or you can ride across the pedestrian connector to the nearby parking garage. We like to stop to look at the names on the donor tiles out front. You've got nearby water and bathrooms on campus, and while you're in the vicinity, you can be sure to enjoy the whee!-inducing tunnels under Speedway Boulevard. Then it's off to the Main Gate Dunkin' Donuts for that chocolate-iced, rainbow-sprinkled, post-ride bribe.