Originally Posted by
Buzzatronic
I grab two hands full of brakes but it's not enough and I hit the dog right in the ribs
and I promptly go over the bars. The lady freaks out as I do my best to minimize the impact by shoulder rolling onto the asphalt. I get up and promptly tell her "check on your dog because I'm worried he's hurt."
. To her credit, she ran to me first and not her dog. I estimate I hit the dog at between 8-10mph.
So you had enough time to determine the gender of the dog, but not enough time to avoid hitting him. Sounds fishy.
Disclaimer: One stupid quotation mark may have possibly been slightly shifted in order to enhance the humor of this post.