A funny (in retrospect) thing happened to me while I was riding a paved trail Saturday. I was about 6 miles out from my truck, having a great ride, except for being slightly un-nerved by seeing Creepy Guy (heading the opposite direction) only a mile earlier. So I'm biking along in my own little world, and glanced to my left just in time to see a slobbering Cujo-like Golden Retriever closing in silently for the kill. I unconsciously let out this scream- not a shriek, but a full-fledged Horror Movie About To Be Killed SCREAM, and the dog got this funny expressin and stopped dead in his tracks, and I quickly looked around to see if anyone was behind me- thank God no one was!! I have never screamed like that before in my life- I don't know where it came from. So I spent the rest of the ride imagining other situations in which I could conjure up that scream for a useful purpose.

This is the third time I've been accosted by that particular dog- he must live at one of the houses adjoining the trail. It makes me mad when people can't confine their animals.

Nanci