Hate the owner, not the dog. After the first photo I held the camera on this dog’s master anticipating a clever caption showing how considerate NYC’s dog owners are. He never looked back.
Guy on a bike riding against traffic with headphones on. Transportation alternatives, attempting to address boorish/ oblivious/ dangerous riding tactics has launched a new website called Biking Rules.
A rare bike rack on an Upper West Side residential street. The city has fewer bike racks per capita than any major city anywhere ever.
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.