Here's a sofa I passed on my way to work today. It's not that far into the woods. It's pretty close to the train tracks. But still. Somebody had to drag it half a mile along a narrow, muddy path. There were remnants of a camp fire right next to it.
Would be bitchin' for an album cover.
This is going to get ugly real soon, once it gets soggy and the filling starts flying every which way. I could drag it to the closest tarmac. Maybe even hitch my dogs to it. But then what?
I am a relentless and sometimes extremely boring advocate for cycling, but this kind of situation is a fine example of why people like to have cars.