Of all the symbols I could have chosen to represent NYC, I love this one the most.

We've all seen them, at least on TV or in the movies - a striking member of the NYPD. And not just any old cop, but one suited up for a motorcycle (or a horse, which I saw both of on my first trip to NYC). Combining the best of both worlds, my mascot (named Wallin) kicks butt AND is more adorable than words can describe, and has a trusty K-9 to back him up. Luckily, they won't arrest you if you glomp them!