Update: I was very sad to read of the horrific accident in September involving a duck and a bus. I hope this light-hearted criticism posted earlier in the year isn't insensitive to the true problem: the safety of these vehicles.
I'm struck by the thorough nature of the pollution from the amphibious tourist assault vehicle known as The Ducks. On the corner of First and King this morning, I found myself enveloped in at least five kinds of pollution while trying to get to my office:
Sound: Must you play YMCA every time you pass my office?
Sight: Well, just look at them.
Air: I have no idea how much diesel is being consumed, but it certainly not done efficiently or cleanly.
Sea: This can't be good for our salmon.
Smell: See above.
But those affected aren't just the locals. The second-hand recipients are all visitors to Seattle who locals lump in with Duck riders, enveloping them in a personal rejection commonly known as the Seattle Freeze. Why do locals seem closed off? I blame the Ducks. Why do locals mock tourists? I blame the Ducks. Why didn't Russell give it to Lynch? I blame the Ducks.