Today, on BIKES TO WATCH OUT FOR...!

As I was turning onto the path today on my way home, I slowed down until there was a hole in the bike traffic and eased myself in. Just in front of me there was a guy on a mountain bike, and he stayed anywhere from ten to twenty-five yards in front of me all the way home. Which would have been fine, no trouble at all, I'm sure.

Except.

Attached to the back of his bike was a tented cart. And in this tented cart sat a very large, very disgruntled golden retriever. Who barked. All. the way. to my street.

I tried to pass him, but he kept catching me up. I tried to hang back and let him go, but every time I started pedaling again I'd hear it, drifting down from the path ahead:

arf. arf. ARF. ARF! ARF! ARF!

He was like a freakin' metronome, on and on and ON. He's lucky I turned off at Lawrence, because I surely would have killed that dog by Foster. I mean, I'm sure he was a perfectly nice dog and normally I harbor no vengeance in my heart for our furry four-footed brethren, but ... the hell?

I know, live and let live, takes all kinds to make a world, etc., etc. And I suppose if it's okay for me to use my bike for whatever I wish, it's okay for him to...roll...his dog with his. But I can't help but think, if that dog's not a paraplegic, he'd be much better off at home.

On the bright side...in spite of Mr. Guy with Mr. Dog, I made excellent time tonight. =)