Many years ago I was riding out in the countryside, going up a hill, when a farm dog came after me. I couldn't out race him up the hill so I pepper sprayed him, which stopped him but he stayed in the middle of the road, trying to shake off the spray. The only car within miles was coming up in back of us, at a very long distance, and I watch as he just runs the dog over.

To this day I can still hear the thump, then the yelping and squealing of the poor dog as he tumbled down the road. The car just took off, but I turned around and found the dog in the ditch, alive but breathing heavily. I went to the farmhouse and told them the dog had been hit.

That hurt for a long time.