Earlier this afternoon I did my favorite fifteen mile route, had a blast, averaged over fifteen mph for the first time this year and was feeling pretty good about my ride as I turned off the frontage road onto the road on which I live. Suddenly out of nowhere, two dogs were upon me. One on each side, snapping and biting. The right one put a hole in my shorts, but luckily didn't break skin. In trying to avoid the teeth, I twitched the handlebars left and went down hard. This all happend so fast, I didn't have time to reach back in my jersey pocket and grab the pepper spray I carry for this specific reason. When I got home, I had my almost-step-daughter take pics of the damage. My right hand is bruised, my left elbow is chewed up, my left knee has a rightous case of road rash and is swollen pretty badly, hurts to walk. I called the sheriff, a deputy came out and took my statement, then went to talk to the owners. I am now waiting for Mr. Tater to get home so he can take me to the emergency room.

At least my bike is okay; a bit of dirt on the side of the left hand drop, a small scratch on the brake/shifter.

Be careful out there, ladies!