Autumn DC Bikeabout

It is Fall and an election year so what better time to go biking in and around DC, right? On Monday, I rode up to DC to check out the poop statue. Some sarcastic artists had placed a work of whimsy on the National Mall just west of the Capitol. It depicted Nancy Pelosi’s desk on a pedestal. On the desk was a note pad, a phone, and a pile of poo. The plaque on the statue explained that display commemorated the “patriots” who stormed the Capitol building on January 6, 2021.

The Poop Statue

When I arrived home, I learned that the same artists had erected another statue. This one was in Freedom Plaza on Pennsylvania Avenue between the Capitol and the White House. This statue was of a tiki torch held up by a fist. It’s plaque describe how this torch memorialized the “very good people” who marched through the campus of the University of Virginia in Charlottesville chanting “Jews will not replace us.”

The Tiki Torch Statue

(A few hours ago, I learned of a third statue in Philadelphia. It depicted Donald Trump standing behind an abstract statue of a nude woman to )the ex-president’s remarks about and behavior toward women.)

Before I left, a Georgetown grad student asked me how international politics would affect my vote this year. I said it didn’t. I told her that I voted for someone who understands that climate change is real, that law enforcement officers don’t belong in my daughter’s doctor’s office, that international alliances and commitments are to be honored, that public health officials should be listened to, and so on.

Interview over, I rode the Pennsyvania Avenue cycletrack back to 15th Street through police barricades and onto its cycletrack. There I saw temporary ten-foot-tall fencing running the length of the street and around the corner on Constitution Avenue. Along the curb were dozens of dump trucks and other huge vehicles forming a wall to protect the Ellipse where Kamala Harris was to give a speech in a few hours.

Constitution Avenue at the Ellipse hours before the speech

I rode west on Constitution then up Virginia Avenue on its cycletrack. (DC license plates should say: I’d rather be riding in a cycletrack.) At Rock Creek Parkway I took a right and followed the paved trail several miles up into Rock Creek Park. Can you say “foliage”? There were two things that detracted from the ride. The security arrangements near the White House had caused traffic to back up on the Parkway for two miles. Man were those drivers unhappy. When I reached the point where cars were prohibited from using the roadway I noticed that the water in the creek was very low. It has been four weeks since we had measurable rainfall in DC. All this good weather is wearing my bicycling butt out!

I rode up out of the park on Sherril Drive then across the Tacoma and Brightwood Park to the Metropolitan Branch Trail. The MBT took me straight back to Capitol Hill but not before hearing someone call my name (again!) at at Alethia Tanner Park. It was Kevin from the 50 States/Cider rides posses. We chatted for a half hour before I continued south, riding straight across Capitol Hill to the Wharf area, bypassing the thousands working their way to the Ellipse event.

I crossed back into Virginia and took the Mount Vernon Trail and a connector trail to Fort Hunt Road and US 1. I turned south on Fort Hunt Road, a two-lane suburban byway. After a quarter mile a started passing a line of cars inching along for what turned out to be about four miles. Bumper to bumper. US 1 was closed by downed power lines and traffic was diverted to Fort Hunt. I felt sorry for the drivers as I passed car after car after car after car working their way back to Route 1. Sucks for you, folks. To their credit, the drivers stayed in their lane and out of the bike lane on Sherwood Hall Lane near my home.

Route 1 closed. The line of traffic continued from the “o” in Hollindale all the back to Route 1 near Costco

So many leaves. So many people. So many cars. That’s DC in the Fall during an election year.

Spring forward

The shift to daylight savings time is always a problem for sleeping. It doesn’t help much when you are twice woken up by sharp pains in your lower back. Apparently I was rolling over when the pain hit. It felt like someone was sticking a needle in me. When I did get out of bed, I had a sharp pain across my lower back.

Four hours later my back felt fine. Go figure.

I did some light work around the house. I was surprised that my lower back didn’t start aching until I’d been going at it for over an hour.

Next up was a ride up the Mount Vernon Trail to DC to check out the first blossoming trees of the year. The Enid Haupt Garden is situated at the rear of the Smithsonian castle. The flower beds had been planted and the magnolia trees were in the first stages of bloom. (The blossoms weren’t open but they were colorful nonetheless.)

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There was a controlled burn about 35 miles to the southeast. This accounts for the slight haze in what otherwise would have been a perfect spring sky.

I then rode down the national Mall slaloming through scores of tourists along the way. The reflecting pool between the World War II Memorial and the Lincoln Memorial had been emptied.  I couldn’t resist going for a ride in it. I had lots of company.

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The ride home was into the wind. I didn’t mind.

Time to hit the hay. That lost hour of sleep is catching up with me.

A Long, Long Way from Rotorua

On our trip around the world in 2015, we made a stop in Rotorua, a resort town on the north island of New Zealand. We used it as a jumping off point for various adventures. One evening we went to a local Maori site and had a fantastic cookout and watched a traditional Maori performance called kapa haka.

Rotorua is a geothermal area and the cookout was done in the ground over geothermal vents of some sort. Just wrap the food in aluminum foil, leave it on the vents, and voila dinner is served.

The performance was extremely entertaining. Dancing, weapons, intimidating faces with bug eyes and tongues displayed. Maoris are large humans. New Zealanders of all stripes admire their fierce competitiveness on the rugby pitch either for the national team called the All Blacks or as players on other countries’ teams all over the world. Before each All Blacks game the team performs a haka as a way to acknowledge their roots, fire themselves up, and freak out their opponents.

During the performance I spotted #bikedc man about town Joe Flood taking pictures. He’s a pretty darned good photographer .  Joe’s in the purple shirt in the center of the picture below.

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Today we saw Maoris perform a kapa haka in front of the Lincoln Memorial. Abe was impressed. I am pretty sure he was clapping along with the rest of us. There is obvious European influence in the songs (which were accompanied by acoustic guitarists and other musicians), the performance is unmistakably something else entirely.  My favorite singer songwriter, Neil Finn, is from New Zealand. He credits the Maori strum as the rhythmic underpinning of many of his songs, including the Crowded House hit “Don’t Dream It’s Over.” From time to time Maori music and singers appear on his records.

The performance ended just as a storm approached. I took this picture as we made our way back to the car. We didn’t make it. The clouds opened up. Summertime in DC.

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A few  more pictures are on my Flickr page.