Gosh dog stories.

Well, we were riding towards Esmeralda Marsh on a 50 mile ride. We were going down a hill and there were trees and bushes on both sides of the road. Not a lot of visibility and this was out in the country. Dave was towards the rear of the group of 20 or so riders. I was behind that. I was strong then, so I could catch up anytime I wanted to. A medium sized nondescript chunky dog scooted in front of Dave and Dave T boned him. Dave never had a chance to avoid it at the speed both were going. The dog rolled over several times and kept going. Dave landed on his head and was out cold. I got to him pretty quickly. Then he started to moan. I felt so helpless and the moans cut into my heart. Well Dave came to presently. Someone had called an ambulance but Dave did not want to spend the day imprisoned in an emergency room. So a number of us escorted him back to the starting point. Wandering dogs are dangerous because if you hit them, you are probably going over your bars.

OK on the lighter side. I was riding up Ionia Highway in Michigan. I had a big tail wind so I was cruising at 25 mph and not working too hard. I came up to this house. In the yard was a big black german shepherd. Out he came. He did not have the angle. I thought "No chance". I looked back. The dog was breathing with every stride. He was all black and his teeth flashed in the sun at every stride and he was hauling me in. I cranked it up to 28 mph and held him off at that speed till he decided to head back to home. The next day, I was doing the same ride. I had a head wind and there was no way I was going to hit 28 mph in those conditions. But I had a hunch about that dog. I came up to the house and there he was. I waved and shouted "Hello" and he stood there and wagged his tail. I think he saw me going by fast the day before and thought to himself "I bet I can catch up to that guy".