When I was about 13, I had a German Shepherd chase me…he got the last part of me going over the fence. I spent about an hour face down in the ER getting my butt scrubbed and stitched.

Last fall my buddy and I are coming across Missouri on the Katy trail on our touring bikes weighing about 70lbs loaded down with gear. Up in the woods to the left, I see a house and a herd of little yippy dogs out front. About the time I see them notice us and start heading our way, I took off at full speed and past my buddy. Surprised the heck out of him when I blast by with bags and fenders flapping in the wind. By the time he figures out what is happening, I am long gone and he has 5-6 ankle biters on his heels. Just remember, you don’t have to be faster than the dog, just faster than the other people in your group.