Like some large exo-skeletal cranial cover, the dome of the U.S. Capitol casts a shadow on those who visit the Mall in Washington D.C. Representing the legislative authority of our constitutional republic, the dome is where the many cycles of our legal system are set in motion. Under the dome, the gears of government have cranked ceaselessly in administrative cruise control, unless filibustered on occasion by some squeaky wheel. For over two hundred years our top lawmakers have saddled up for our grand tour, and in many regards it’s all down hill from here.
Not known for treading lightly, our lawmakers have seen many inflated egos punctured as they have raced tirelessly through endless marathons in all terrain. All the while, as our hard-headed leaders in the chain of command peddle their wares and grease palms on the Hill, there are over 200 bicycle cops patrolling around Washington DC at any one time. With their “Volcanic” 10-speed bikes they are able to go swiftly where patrol cars cannot.