BF Version
So I was tearing up a new route, working on increasing my average speed when I spotted two Freds rummaging around in a farm field along the side of the road. I slowed down to take a look at their brown and white kits (seriously, they had no fashion sense) when they perked up and saw me in my hammer kit glory. Their jealously of my fashion sense, and not to mention the shear power emanating from my guads, must have sparked their competitive spirit. They took to the road, one on each side of my wheel, desperately trying to take me. Obviously, I dialed it up to 400 watts and dropped the hammer on their sorry souls. I left them crying in the dust.

Actual Version
I rode past two dogs in the middle of nowhere and they started barking and chasing me. I don't know if they were in it for the chase or they were angry but I decided to sprint for it and hope for the best (I don't know if the water bottle trick and my intimidation would work on two dogs). Thankfully I was able to drop them around 25mph on a flat (I'm only able to sprint up to ~30 mph on a flat as of now).

Moral of the story is that I'm buying mace. I don't know what would have happened if I had a mechanical or was unable to calm the puppies down - especially out in the boondocks. After my scare today, I'd suggest that you folks think about picking up some mace too.