I was riding down a little street in town with a bunch of old houses (basically shacks) trying to take a short cut two days ago. As I was coming up to the last house on the street, a medium sized tan dog started barking pretty aggressively from the front yard. So I start to think "Well, crap, here we go" when I saw an old man sitting on the porch, who said the famous words "Don't worry, he won't bother ya". Exactly 3 seconds later, the dog had my left heel in his mouth. I yelled at the dog and gave him a little kick in the snout, then I looked at the old man and said, "You know what? He effing bothered me!". Then I might have said something that rhymes with "bass pole", but the road was super sketchy with the worst railroad crossing I've ever seen, so I didn't want to say anything that would make this old man not call an ambulance if I decided to get off the bike and lay down for a minute.

The good news is that I've found another road that I never have to ride on again.