Story for Icecapades with 2 sets of Rockettes

Symphony of the Road
The cacophony of the quacking forms as a soft blanket of sound welcoming us to the park. It builds and crescendos as we circle the pond whose banks are the home to the masses. Mother, father, son, daughter, sister and brother goose all crane their necks towards us as we pass. A silent train in the early dawn, our only mark to be left the tracks upon the leaf strewn path. Greens, reds, oranges and yellows form a tarmac for our takeoff as the air from our wheels rustles them ever so slightly. Off in the distance a mother arouses her brood to take a closer look. As our bicycles pass by they stand in solemn salute, allowing us passage once more through their hallowed ground. As we pass the sounds begin to soften once again, the thunder of our pedal strokes leaving only echoes upon the water.