Smell that Crisp Car Exhaust!

Every night on my walk home from work, on 2nd and Pine, I witness a horse and carriage sauntering through rush hour traffic. People pay to experience some of the busiest streets of Seattle during the busiest time of day this way. Now, I can understand being in Manhattan, and fantasizing that you are in a romantic historical era where friendly gentlemen sweep the streets, children play marbles on the sidewalk, and a salivating dog peers into the window of a bakery, tail wagging behind him... all while you roll through central park in your horse driven carriage. But for god's sake, this is downtown Seattle. All such images are a lie. This place was founded by rough gold-diggers who came into town looking for hard liquor and prositutes. Wake up, the closest thing to a magical era here was the smack-fueled 90's where gunge rockers reigned supreme. All your horse and carriage is doing is clogging up our already over-crowded streets. So take a deep breath of that fresh carbon monoxide tourists! You're living a lie! And your lie borders on abuse for slave-driven horses, while trying the patience of drivers who just want to get home to their families.

I call BS on the horse and carriages rolling through downtown during rush hour.