Riding through neighborhoods, I don’t usually deal with the same sort of traffic hazards that a lot of cyclists do. But we small-city folks face other dangers, as I discovered just last weekend. While riding home from our tune up, Pinkie and I were accosted by a horrible, slavering beast. I couldn’t take a picture because I was too busy pedaling for our lives, but it looked something like this:
Well, not really–but that would have made an awesome story, no? Had I lived to tell the tale, that is. But as a blogger I have a sacred duty to tell the truth (hate to be the first to corrupt the oh-so-trustworthy Internet) so I feel compelled to reveal that the dog actually looked more like…
…this. I have to admit I was still afraid when he started running across a lawn toward my bike, but it was clear almost immediately that he just wanted to play. Soon he was frolicking next to and in front of my bike as I swerved to avoid him. Did he think I was a car? A cat? I don’t really know, but since I was struggling to get up one of the steepest hills in the neighborhood, I didn’t appreciate him killing my momentum. I have never wished for a bell more, though I’m not sure it would have dissuaded him. A couple of blocks later he finally lost interest and headed back in the direction we had come.
It did make me wonder what I could have done if the dog had actually been ferocious. On flat ground or even a moderate incline, I could have outrun him, but not uphill. A coworker asked me once if I carried mace–I thought that was a bit silly since I’ve yet to see a criminal on a bike. But now I wonder: would it be worth carrying for something like this?