Around the 25 mile mark, you make a left turn onto Cripple Creek Rd ("a drunkard's dream if I ever did see one...") and there's a farm with two dogs who like to race. As I approached, they broke into a sprint. Never one to shy from a challenge, I kicked it into gear and edged them, to barking protests, just before they ran out of fence. They're in for a long day if they try to outsprint ever rider!
