Oh gosh, I think you have to be quick with your thinking for each and every time. I think Corsair's discussion with her ride partners is the start. You've all got to agree to start talking to come up with a plan immediately. Hubby was climbing a steep hill when crazy lady purposefully let out her 2 crazy-trained Great Danes and sent them after him. On a hill that steep he was going so slow that he was automatically prey and the dogs were smart enough to get on both sides of the bike so he couldn't use the bike as a shield. If he had been able to go down hill he probably could have gotten away. I know I've out sprinted small dogs on the flats that would have come right under the cranks if I had stopped and gotten off the bike. I know that my best deep-throated growl imitation has stopped a few.

The good thing is lycra is an excellent pressure bandage. Hubby rode back to the car, drove to the Doc-in-a-Box where the triage nurse didn't believe him when he said he'd been bitten by a Great Dane. He rolled back the bandage and, voila, she decided that spurting blood was not a good thing to have in the waiting room.