A guy used to cross to my side of the road every time he saw me, swerve just in time to keep from hitting me and lay on the horn at the same time. If he passed me from behind, he'd almost leave some paint on me and lay on the horn then too. One day when an afternoon T-storm was popping up I took a short cut home to get away from the lightning. Much to my suprise, I saw that familiar red Dodge Ram parked in a driveway. You can't imagine my surprise when the guys pit bull made a run at me just like his jackass owner. I had to get off the bike and use it like a shield to keep the dog off. So dude had to come out to get him and at the same time deal with me. It was killing him to walk out there, and if I hadn't been finding it all so funny and satisfying, it might have been painful to watch him.

Anyhoo, all I said to him was that, either his dog, or his own actions were going to cost him a ton of money, headache and heartache one day, and probably sooner than later.

My problems with him are over. His dog is now on a chain ( which I find reprehensible ) and on the rare occasion I see him on the road, I get a wide berth.