The ride to an from work tends to get tedious at times. I know every bump and bollard in the Mount Vernon Trail. The views of the monuments are always inspiring but, you know, seen one monument…. The same can be said for Canada geese. The damn birds are everywhere this year. I think they look a little like a Klingon bird of prey when they come in for a landing. And I have more than enough empirical evidence to confirm that the phrase “like grass through a goose” is as true as true can be.
Normally, geese just sort of waddle around hoovering grass by the acre. They don’t do much honking. And they are pretty much unremarkable, until tonight’s ride home that is. I was directly opposite the water gate, not the complex of Nixonian fame,but the area behind the Lincoln Memorial. Between the trail and the river were a line of geese and two fawns. The fawns were no bigger than an Irish Setter and incredibly cute in the way that only baby white tailed deer could be. Four German tourist had stopped on their Bike and Roll rental bikes to checkout the babies. I wonder if they thought this was an everyday occurrence. I looked around for momma deer but she was nowhere to be found. The fawns were following the geese so closely, I was surprised they didn’t honk.
As rode home I kept an eye out for the momma and hoped she wasn’t lying on the side of the Parkway. I never saw her.
Little Nellie was making funny noises most of the way home. about ten miles into the ride I noticed the front fender was riding on the front tire. When I moved it off, it came away in my hand. The metal spine of the fender had broken where it attached to the front fork. It’s a flimsy design but the fork does a decent job so I ordered another when I got home.
|That little metal thing done broke|
Tomorrow telecommute day, because I have to drive the Mrs. to the surgeon for her post op visit.