I knew it was bound to happen, just wasn't planning on tonight. Tonight I went for a quick see how hard, and how long I can go ride because otherwise I had wasted the day. Well, as I pulled off the forest service roads onto the road home I met my first dog who meant business. Ironically, a black lab, the kind I tell my boyfriend only wants to come with. Well, the way this one was barking, and the way he was coming at me did not indicate he was up for some fun!

I was paniced, I had no clue what to do put pedal hard and pray. Then, all of a sudden I felt like that little girl in Nike ad. You know, the one where she goes into the spooky dilapadated house and comes bailing out a lean and long sprinter in a skin suit until she gets home and flops down with her back against the door. Yeah, that's how I felt, and the "You're faster than you think" tagline was so true.

That damn dog, I yelled and screamed at him, and used what was left in my lungs to get over the crest of the hill in the road know that if I got going downhill again I could get away. All this with the impossible rolling resistance of a brand new set of knobby MTB tired. Wow, is all I can say, what a freegin rush! I wanted so bad to unclip and kick him in the head, but that seemed like I was asking for it. Ugh, we've always had big dogs, German Shepherds, golden retrievers, and cattle dogs (blue heelers) but I tell you, if my dog ever did something like that, it would either have hell to pay or be a goner. My policy is that my dog chases your livestock or mames your chickens, shoot her. Ugh, people!

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-smurf