This morning we rode out to Riis Park. On my way back we cut through Prospect Park. As we were approaching the hill at Battle Pass at around 8:30am we saw Marcia, PE#1, coming down the path by the Donegan Oak Monument. Both dogs were unleashed, as usual, and she was carrying that wooden post with the sharpened metal spike on the end. We yelled really loudly, "Marcia!" She smiled and yelled, "Hi Guy." We bellowed back, "Leash those dogs" then just kept on riding.
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5:20 P.M., in the plaza near Central Park's Delacorte Clock, a yuppy-looking white male with a large brown dog. The owner held both ends of the leash. Not only was it not dog hours, but also large prominent signs all around say "Dogs Must Be Leashed At All Times In This Area." Lots of little kids around too. We yelled at him, "Hey mister, leash your dog." The response: "F----you." We're glad he didn't disappoint; this is the type of response we've come to expect from members of the off-leash community, and a sentiment that fairly sums up how they view the rest of us.