Before I did my little bike trip last week, I had been to the eye dr to upgrade my glasses for bifocals. They weren't ready for the trip--so I rode quite contentedly with the horizon a bit fuzzy. My companion made some comments on how to avoid being chased by farm dogs flying off their home properties--which we dutifully followed as gospel--by not looking at the furballs as they would sound the alarm and tear across the yard towards us. It seemed to work until we approached our home camp one evening. This ride in showed a distant man up on the road and what appeared to be a large loping Newfoundland hound over in the ditch, headed in our direction. I said to my cohort--oh no! His dog is loose! She started to cackle as we were slowing down and I didn't quite get it until we were Much closer--as a baby Angus steer came bounding up from the drainage ditch, right for us! She stopped laughing then and I roared at her to stop the bike and wave her arms--looking big--to get dear Angus moving in a different direction. This worked, which the farmer on the road thought was a good trick for a couple of cyclists...............Now how many cyclists do you know have rodeo skills? And I might add, I went and got my new glasses just the day after I got home! The next time there is a running of the bulls-I'll see the action more clearly!