Well someone wrote stray dogs.. In the late 70's when I was maybe 11 or 12, my twin brother Rennie and I used to train in Central Park in the early morning hours before school started. He and I bicycle raced for most of childhood and up until just a few years ago. One morning, about 7AM while on the North end of Central Park, my twin spotted a pack of dogs flanking us as we approached the 110th hill. We then decided that we better start sprinting up the hill as they were for sure hunting us. As we sprinted the dogs about 20, came onto the roadway (since it was closed to traffic) to maybe run faster than on the dirt beside us, nearing the top, the dogs still pursuing us, we knew once we got over the top, the dogs would not keep up on our descent. Rennie and I were good at descending .... As we crested, we took a sigh of relief, only to see another pack of 20 or so dogs on our right coming down the hillside to the roadway, we sprinted again, passing them! The 1st pack of dogs was still in pursuit, and then came across the 2nd pack of dogs - which then became an all out DOG BATTLE. The dogs were NO longer interested in us. As the dogs battled each other, Rennie and I looked at each other and said, time to get home.
NYC in the 70's and 80's was a WILD place. Crazy thing is, we are both still here, though NYC is not nearly as crazy anymore.