gonna show this one to Wifey cuz she has an intimate knowledge of suck bollards!

I wonder if it was a Saluki? They wee bred to run down Cheetahs. My sister had one and a Greyhound is no match for one.

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That's awesome.

When I was in middle school we had an Irish Setter that would follow you into water whether you were in the water or in a boat. I remember firing up my grandpa's john boat with no dog in sight and that Irish Setter would come bounding across the property wanting to be part of the action. He'd jump in the water and swim to you even if you were 50 yards out and moving away. I always had to turn back to get him back on shore, or take him with me.

It IS the rabbit!

I've been lucky; there's only one house on one ride with loose dogs; the big one ambles out to say hi, and the little 10lb beast comes roaring out, trying to cut us off at the ankles. And of course it's near the top of a very steep hill. Hijinks usually ensue, but no blood so far.

I recall seeing an interview in which a surfer was asked whether he worried about shark attacks. He responded, "What a noble way to go!"

I didn't used to worry much about dogs chasing us, but a friend was badly injured when a free range dog on the MUP knocked her down. She's had 11 surgeries to reconstruct the elbow and repair nerve damage. She's back to her former jolly self, but a couple of years ago right after the injury she was pretty down.

And right about that time on the same MUP another free range dog nearly clobbered me. He appeared to be on a leash but it turned out the human wasn't actually holding the leash. I skid-braked a flat spot in the rear tire.

So I started carrying pepper gel spray. I haven't used it yet. But if I do it'll be to discourage the dog from chasing anyone again, so humans and dogs will both be safer. I'm usually more tempted to hose down the irresponsible humans than the dogs.

The world needs more skunks ambushing cyclists.

Closest I've come to this scenario was along my favorite rural route. Baby skunk wanted to check me out but mama body checked and shooed baby back to the roadside.

Yep, this past fall. But the dog on my wheel was about 100+ lbs. Think I was saved by the owners chasing it down in their car. I was 100% eyes forward and focused on watts.

I'll admit (now well-past the statute of limitations) that I literally took out such a doggie. I was riding home late one summer night after a few hours on the local tennis courts, playing against my buddy who worked there...

As I was riding home through a residential housing development, I suddenly heard that scratching behind me. I looked back to see a white German Shepard about to tear into my right ankle. As I was carrying my tennis racquet across my handlebars, I instinctively grabbed the racquet and swung against the threat. My right backhand caught the doggie-noggin square in the side with the edge of my racquet, knocking its head into my rear spokes. My body was putting out 1000w due to Adrenalin, so I didn't stop. I heard the next day that 'the dog must have been hit by a car' because it was found dead in the street -- I had caved it's head in...

One other time a few years later in college, I was riding in a pack of 10-12 riders at 25+mph when a little white yapper ran out to chase us. The third rider hit the doggie with his front wheel and knocked it down, and the rest of us piled on. Again, dead doggie -- Death by Peloton. Lots of damage to all us riders (and bikes), too.

Around 1960, my folks used to live in 'the sticks', and Dad carried a squeeze-bulb full of ammonia solution to discourage the farm dogs from chasing him...

Unfortunately, due to living situation, I used to cycle alot in the city, and in some areas not so nice. I was riding with a friend of mine named fred, very solid rider. We used to like one of the trailer-ish areas as it was kinda built like a nice circular crit with less traffic than the city streets. But that area was kinda rough...nice ride going until we heard something that would terrify any cyclists...a large bang of a screen door being knocked open and a child screaming "No cujo nooo!!!"....we turned around to see a huge rottweiler with hungry eyes streaking at us. Thank the Lord above we had a good jump and we peddled at a blue streak that woulda smoked lance on any mountain!!! After the beast finally gave up, we both dismounted, layed in the grass and made sure rest legs, heart and nerves....I've been chased a bit, but that was the worst beast that almost ate us for sure

At least we don't have to deal with tigers.

Glad someone got the reference!

My previous bike route included a 10 km stint on the highway (well, actually on the paved shoulder of the highway). One morning I looked across to see a coyote galloping along across from me, head down, causing me to question "how fast can them suckers run, anyway?"

Cut and pasted from a Google search "How fast can a coyote run".

During pursuit, a coyote may reach speeds up to 43 mph (69 km/h), and can jump a distance of over 4 meters (13⅛ feet).

For a coyote, moderate distances are considered up to a few miles. In order to retain enough stamina to maintain a constant speed, coyotes go slightly slower at this pace--about 20 miles an hour.

WOW!

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lol

An unexpected attack like that could be upsetting, in every way, even from a small critter.

I was on tour a while back. A big dog (bloodhound? Don't recall) see me coming from at least 100 yards ahead, and just sits down in the middle of the road. Obviously there's no way I could outrun him, even if I weren't beat and schlepping 60 lb combined bike and gear. I slow down, and as I approach, it's clear he just wanted me to pet him. That was easy.

Also, on the same tour, I passed through Mississippi, and although there were a lot of loose dogs, they all stopped at the edge of their yards. Every one. I figured the Invisible Fence salesman must have just passed through. I recall a pair of spoiled-looking lap dogs trotting to the edge of their yard, and out of some vestige of territorial instinct that hadn't quite been bred out of them, one gave me a single "yap." I laughed.

You're lucky it was a dog. Nowadays it could just as well be a 150+ lb. tan colored feline (i.e. mtn. lion...and you prob'ly thought I was going to write "bike" A number of years ago a woman was jogging at the Stanford Dish and was attacked and killed by a cougar (no, don't go there with that joke And a couple of years or so ago some guy in So. Cal was attacked (don't remember if he was killed) by a mtn. lion while riding a mtn. bike with his friend in the hills.

Moral of the story....there are worse things out to get you than a dog nipping at your feet.....

I have a dog that predictably chases after me at a place where I'm nearing the end of a climb. I call him hot dog and have gotten to a point where its a competition between he and I as to when he spots me and if I can accelerate fast enough to leave him in the dust. He's little so I worry more about his safety than mine. One day I came up near the crest of the hill as usual and he came out and started to chase. I chuckled as I knew I had him beat. However, he had a friend over for a visit and this friend was no joke (pit bull). He also started further up the road and had me in his sights. I don't think I pedaled so hard in my life but escaped unscathed. I haven't seen him since but I am really wary now every time I'm on that road.

This happened to me when I was probably 12 or 13.

Riding my bike on a fairly familiar route, next to a highway with lots of retail around, so I'd ride through the parking lots. Came near a corner and this dog just comes out of nowhere, growling and snarling like a mad hound. Looked like some sort of sheppard / husky mix. No getting away - he came at me from a front angle. SOMEHOW I managed to dismount and the get bike between me and the monster. We circled around each other like that for what felt like a really long time, all while I'm trying to find some angle where I can get the jump on him and take off, but he was having none of it.

FINALLY a guy in a van comes off the road and eases in between me and the dog. I was grateful as hell for that kind stranger, but I didn't wait around. He gave me the opening and I took off. If the dog gave chase I never noticed. Did NOT look back...

Eddy!!!

No, it was a whippet, just like my neighbor's. Recognized it instantly when I saw that second one. I don't know the whippet story but I've heard many times that they are considerably faster accelerating and higher top end than a greyhound. The perhaps 35 mph I was doing was nowhere near my pursuer's top end.

Salukis, whippets and greyhounds are all dogs from the sight hound family, meaning they are ALL fast as heck! Dunno which is fastest. Just count your blessings you were able to get away from whichever sight hound was on your six.

Yes! Drope the Hamer !

Only if Poochie is wearing a team jersey.