my pepper spray story and why I don't carry it anymore:
My ex insisted I carry pepper spray on the bike in case of dogs. So I'm riding alone one day and started climbing a long, steep roller type hill and 2 big dogs - think Rotts - come out after me. There is no way I can sprint up that hill but I have the pepper spray in my jersey pocket within easy reach. I reach in my pocket and grab that pepper spray and pull it out all ready to shoot those dogs and watch the spray cap come flying off the canister and go sailing off into the bushes on the side of the road. OK....now I"m mad at the pepper spray, mad at the ex, mad at the long, steep hill, and mad at those dogs so I turned and yelled as loud as I could at those dogs. I told them GO HOME and LEAVE ME ALONE!!! Both dogs stopped and looked at me like
and turned and high tailed it home.
Dogs see anything "fleeing" as prey so now I just slow waaaaaaaay down, grab my water bottle, and yell at the dog. I also make sure I yell really loud at the houses in the area to come and get their dog. Even if the owners aren't home, the neighbours usually are and will come out and call the dog off. So far, most dogs go back home when you stop and yell at them.
Last edited by CorsairMac; 11-09-2005 at 10:44 AM.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming: "Yeah Baby! What a Ride!"