Globalti
Legendary Member
Went out on the MTB and had an enjoyable ride around a local reservoir, frozen snow crunching under wheel, sun shining, blue sky, it was wonderful. The ice on the res was so thick that standing at the edge and banging my foot down I couldn't feel any movement or vibration at all, it might as well have been solid concrete.
On the way back I got chased by an over-excited border collie, doing what border collies do best, herding me along barking and yelping while the young woman owner called it back ineffectually. I kept trogging along ignoring the stupid dog because dogs don't bother me, having been brought up with them. I was just thinking it would leave me alone soon when the little bugger nipped the back of my thigh, hard. I lost my rag, threw the bike down, roared with fury and went for the dog, would have kicked it hard but it was already running like hell, tail between its legs, looking over its shoulder with panic on its face. I screamed at the owner "Your dog's just bitten me!" "Oh, has he bitten you?" she replied. "Yes. Keep it in control!" I shouted back and rode off to the sound of the woman screaming blue murder at her dog. Couldn't be bothered to hang around for the embarrassed apologies though I did stop further on and slip a hand down my longs to check for blood. Got a nice double bruise on the thigh now.
It's probably good that I didn't catch the dog because a hard kick with a cyclist's leg and a heavy Shimano winter boot would have hurt it, could have broken a rib.
On the way back I got chased by an over-excited border collie, doing what border collies do best, herding me along barking and yelping while the young woman owner called it back ineffectually. I kept trogging along ignoring the stupid dog because dogs don't bother me, having been brought up with them. I was just thinking it would leave me alone soon when the little bugger nipped the back of my thigh, hard. I lost my rag, threw the bike down, roared with fury and went for the dog, would have kicked it hard but it was already running like hell, tail between its legs, looking over its shoulder with panic on its face. I screamed at the owner "Your dog's just bitten me!" "Oh, has he bitten you?" she replied. "Yes. Keep it in control!" I shouted back and rode off to the sound of the woman screaming blue murder at her dog. Couldn't be bothered to hang around for the embarrassed apologies though I did stop further on and slip a hand down my longs to check for blood. Got a nice double bruise on the thigh now.
It's probably good that I didn't catch the dog because a hard kick with a cyclist's leg and a heavy Shimano winter boot would have hurt it, could have broken a rib.
