This is Sunday, so I haven't commuted for two days. And I haven't been on the forum since Halloween. Here's why. I've been working 12-13 hours a day for the past two months, while my wife was in Germany on business. On the night before Halloween, I had what I hope will remain the most exciting bike ride of my life. Riding home from work at 7:30 p.m., I was attacked by two pit bulls who live next to the trail. One danced in front of me, slowing me down, while the other ran beside me taking bites out of my left leg with every turn of the pedal. Between the two of them, they finally slowed me down enough that I fell over. I then did what I should have done in the first place: picked up the bike and kept it between me and them as a shield. My left pant leg was shredded, blood was pooling in my left shoe, and the "owners," who claimed to be "neighbors," came out and began shouting at the dog doing the biting, "Cujo, Cujo!" I started for home (still 13 miles away) where I thought I would shower and assess the damage, but then realized I was in no fit mental condition to make a proper assessment, so turned north toward the nearest hospital 4 miles away. Fortunately no serious damage was done--no tendon or muscle injury, and the six deep puncture wounds are healing nicely. The day after the attack, I learned that I was the third victim of Cujo's tender mercies, and that he was in the custody of Animal Control. I now own a spray can of pepper spray, and am less tolerant of barking dogs along the trail, but very grateful I was no more harmed than I was. Ironically, my grown son in Hawaii owns two pitbulls, whose gentleness and friendliness he swears by.