Originally Posted by Leiniesred

A little white-tail buck ran next to me for about 500 yards. I think he wanted to get over into the woods, but I was between him and the woods, riding on the MUP. So he started running to get in front of me. He would veer towards me to within about 20 feet, but I was going fast enough to keep up. Eventually, he stepped it up a notch to try to pull ahead to pass in front of me, and I was like, “OK boy, let’s see whatcha got under the antlers!” I kicked the ol’ Diablo bike into the big chain ring and started hammering on my pedals. The deer was right there with me, but not really pulling ahead. His mouth was open and his tongue started hangin’ out as he bounded along beside me. Finally, he stopped and watched me roll by on the ol’ Diablo bike with his tongue lolling out (laughing, or just hot?). I think we both enjoyed the race.

(ol' Diablo is a 1988 Jamis Diablo Mt. Bike with knobbie tires, fenders, rack, panniers, etc. The trip is 12.5 miles and passes through a state park)