Loving these stories. Part of my commute home is around a scenic drive, and there's one spot where a two-horse-drawn carriage waits until it has enough tourists on board to make a profitable circuit. There's always (from about April through October) a little stream of horse piss dribbling from left to right across the road there - it's not much, but I ride through it every day, and my fenderage leaves a lot to be desired.