It seems you can’t have a fence in New York City without the people who made it leaving a bit of advertising on the finished product.
While I expect fences are a bit redundant in a place called Gun Hill, this quirky badge has me thinking I should pay them a visit when next I need some chain link. And some target practice.
Vinyl fencing may last a lifetime, but that’s exactly everything that’s wrong about it. Seriously, this sh*t is so tacky that even Lady Liberty’s spikes are trying to escape... good luck freeing yourself from the gravity well of suck my pointy pals.