MisNomer said:
An interesting thing happenned yesterday on my ride. We spotted someone playing with their 2 dogs
in the water, rode past them discussing how cute those 2 mongrels were. Then, not 2 seconds later
one of the dogs ran up beside me, I slowed down, he / she passed me and then cut me off! The dog
then ran back to its master looking rath proud of himself ... (there I beat you!)
take care Liz
I truly love dogs - especialy golden retrievers - except when I am on a bicycle. Even the smallest
canine might as well be a load of cinderblocks when it - or even part of it - gets into the works of
a bicycle. And there are also the dogs that will greet you nicley when you're on foot but wax nasty
when you're on a bicycle (there are two of these in my neighborhood). All in all though, I have had
no dog/bicycle problem since I began carrying a squeeze bottle of ammonia.
Until last weekend. I was doing my morning ride on a nice, new, wide, walk/jog/bike path - my
cycling safe haven, only 1/2 mile from home - when I approached a "soccer mom" and her leashed
poodle from the rear. Dog was evenly trotting along, to the lady's right. I moved to the far left of
the traffic-lane-wide "path" to give lady and dog wide berth, and as I drew to within about 10
meters of even with lady/dog, the dog suddenly bolted around the lady and straight to the left ...
across my path. So there I was, humping along at 18 MPH and thinking all was well with the world,
when a bright red nylon tape (leash) appeared before me, stretched tight, a dog on one end and
110-pound woman on the other. Dog wanted a rabbit; woman wanted her dog. I crossed the "finish
line", despite standing on the brake and dropping crotch to carrier rack, and immediately became
intimately acquainted with dog and mistress.
I slid through the grass on my face, messing up a perfectly good (though smelly) t-shirt, but the
lady got some good road burn. Dog looked like he didn't feel well.