Working from the house today, I took a lunch time ride. What a beautiful day it is for such a thing here in Southeast Texas.
Pedaling, pedaling, pedaling, I went up a small hill at a local park and kept my speed low as I got back onto the concrete . . .
What's that sound? Coming from behind? The sound of claws trying their mightiest to grab hold of the street and provide maximum acceleration for my predator. A silent predator, just moments before laying in wait. No utterance made, simply an ambush by a blood thirsty beast.
As I accelerate away, the beast still follows. I let it pace me from behind as it has reached maximum velocity, but its stamina appears sufficient for a lengthy chase. What a determined little beast, all of maybe 12 pounds. Run, run, run little dog.
