I had a nasty pedal strike during my last triathlon. I was cranking for all I was worth and apparently went into the corner a lot faster than I'd realized. My pedal hit hard and it lifted my rear wheel off the ground. The force of the turn flung the rear end of my bike about a foot outward. Thankfully I kept the bike upright and the only casualties were a chunk of my pedal that got ground off and my tri suit which needed a thorough laundering. Of course, there had to be a race volunteer standing right there to witness my incompetence.

Thankfully I've yet to be chased by a dog on my commute. Had a few rabbits and skunks suddenly decide they want to cross directly in front of me and one deer that wanted to play chicken, but no dogs.