Parallelo-grayhounds

An insane philosopher once said, “Dogs. Is there anything they can’t do?” This blog combines two of the more civilizing elements of city life: dogs and bicycles. I occupy New York City, a crowded anonymous place where neighbors know my dog but not me, where my anachronistic lugged steel bicycle attracts occasional attention, but the rider remains invisible. It’s a city that produces an estimated 47 tons of dog poop every day, much of it bagged, shipped to the suburbs and preserved for future landfill excavators to study.

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