Years ago while riding my bike on my daily commute, here in Pasadena California, I was bitten by a coyote. I think it took my shoe for a wounded bird. The natural rotation of my leg jerked it out of the coyote’s mouth. I had an old Peugot road bike with a derailer that had a screw that often came loose dropping you into the lowest gear. This happened at the moment that I attempted to sprint away, dropping me into my lowest gear. Coyotes do not sprint away after their victims but lope along at a pace of the victim waiting for them to tire. I finally in exhaustion decided to treat it like a dog. I threw my right arm back in a point and screamed “STAY’, and much to my surprise he did. When I looked back finally he was just standing there where I had shouted, just looking at me. Incidentally coyotes, unlike dogs, run silently on pavement. I didn’t know he was there till he grabbed my leg.
Incidentally, the mountain lion killed the biker and severely injured another biker.