Dude On Bike
Yesterday I had more run-ins with dogs than usual. The first occured while approaching the top of a hill. I was about the surrender to an easier gear when I hear the distinctive sound of a dog's tags charging. "Oh crap, it's time to move!" Typically if I have enough of a warning, I'll try to get my water bottle out and aim for the nose as the dog approaches. Well this time I didn't have enough warning and I had to burn it on up the hill. The dog lost interest and I surprised myself with a new personal best climb-time.
Then again, last night I was on my way home from a friend's house and I took a long-cut through my neighborhood, hoping to stretch my ride out a little longer (and avoiding the house with the previous dog). After winding through a couple of streets, I remember that I was on the road of a notorious little pain in the ass toy poodle. He's a ratty looking thing and is always charging after me while I'm walking my dog. My dog looks at it rather puzzled most of the time and tolerates the harassment for a while and then snaps back to remind the dog who's who. Here lately I've thrown a few rocks in its' direction to keep him away.
So of course about the time I approach toy-rat's house, I hear the familiar sounds of the K-9 Napoleon charging. I try to get my water bottle out of the cage but I soon realize that he's already made it next to the bike. Thinking that the little idiot would run under my tires, I put my hands back on the bars. Sure enough as soon I get squared up on the bars, I feel the thumpa-dump. He went yalping off in the darkness.
I'll be interested to see what happens the next time I pass by.
Of course, its not the dog that's rude, its the owner.
Every once in a while I get chased by a dog who is unleashed, running wild in a public space. Typically the owner just looks on passively as the dog chases me and others.
I've decided that if I ever have to take action against a dog by squirting my water bottle, I'm also going to go over to the owner to squirt the rest of it on him/her.
I was just at the end of a long ride, I saw a old woman with a yappie dog. So I
decided to give her a wide berth to prevent causing a heart attack. The yappie
was on an "extenda-leash" that you can reel in like a fishing pole. Little yappie
made a bee line for me and went right for my left foot. Since my cadence was
about 70-80 rpm at the time, it caught my foot square in the jaw and was sent
flying inverted away from me at a 45 degree angle. All I saw was the bottom
side of yappie and a "AROOOOOO".
Next day....SAME THING! Little yappie simply didn't learn.
Still makes me smile.
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I love those stories.
When the dog gets close behind, hit the brakes really hard ..........
I hit one that ran out in front of me once on my motorcycle .. not fun!
Originally Posted by CrimsonEclipse
Hehe, love it.