Huffing and puffing my way up a fairly long, steep climb past a dairy farm. Right by the road a small pasture had a bull with his harem of about a dozen heifers. The bull was about 50 feet back from the fence, in front of the heifers. I don't think he knew what to make of me, all bright spandex, huffing away, right past his ladies. But he knew he wasn't sharing, he pivoted though at least 120 degrees to keep his runny, red eyes on me. I thought about the scene in "Michael" where John Travolta does "battle" with a bull, but I already have a wife and wouldn't want to explain to the farmer what happened, so I just kept puffing up the hill.