Sturgis Geese

This time of year thousands of geese migrate through our area. I love to see them fly over in their lopsided V formations. They particularly like a cornfield a few miles down the road and tend to land there each year. It is a bit like the goose version of Sturgis. Only, no Harleys and they are probably less drunk and sweaty unless corn does something to birds that I am unaware of.

For my next exhibit, a truly silly goose in Cody, Wyoming around Sturgis time. Many of the bikers extend the trip to Sturgis into a vacation during the week before and after the event. This man was sauced in a way I haven't seen since some unfortunate frat parties in the early 90's. Apparently his Harley was in a bad location and he was forced to move it. He hopped on with the haphazard agility of the very drunk, fired it up, parked it a block down the road and was back at the party faster than you can say Jack Daniels. Just another day in la vida loca.

He looked like a scruffy miner from 1850, but with a Harley like that he is probably an investment banker. Now, I am imagining him behind a mahogany desk with a neat stack of paperwork and one of those fancy pens making important executive decisions. Little does the random business associate know of those crazy days in Cody.