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carriages

The carriages downtown are out of control. Last year I mentioned that I was annoyed by the horse-mounted cops, but that the carriages were tolerable. They’re not. They’re out of control.

Sometimes you can drive around them, but sucks for you if you can’t. It was sortof charming when it was the odd carriage on the street. These days they are literally lined up and down Broadway. It’s ridiculous. This is not 1840 – there are people actually trying to drive cars on these roads.

Maybe I need to write Mike Jameson a letter instead of just bitching on my blog.