Dog Ride

Being inspired by some folks I have been stalking.. hehe.. I have decided to create my own blog, and share it with Vince. I am infatuated with these blogs about bikes. You get to experience what others feel on their own rides. So here I am in the morning putting down in text what I experience last night. 

Dog Ride    

Once again inspired by the Moo Moo's, which is not their actual name but what I refer to them as, I have decided, along with Chris, to do a ride Sept.13th. Because of this I have been making more of an effort to get my butt in the saddle and get some burn in my legs. The ride is certainly going to be a challenge, but why live life if it will be easy all the time.

Last night around 6:30 Chris arrives at my house and we leave for our ride. No specific route or destination, just trying to make it over to Troy Urbana so we can ride on some fresh smooth payment for a chance. We take off and head down 41 and encounter our first dog, Harley, which isn't a big deal, we know him and we let out our calls of "good dog" when he stays in the yard and just runs along the road next to us. The ride is going along okay but I CAN NOT for the life of me get my bike to go into the big ring since my gears have me altered by my lovely fiance. But no big deal I have a whole ride to work on it. Chris and I take Children’s home to some other road that I don't know the name of to another road I don't know that name of, and this is where we encounter our second dog. In the country which means he isn't chained up, no big deal I don't chain my dog up. Until that is he starts chasing us. Chris steps up of course and starts yelling at the dog. We are going at least 20 mph and the freaking dog passes us and jets across the road. So of course we continue to yell and start peddling faster 23....25....26 mph and this dog is not giving up. I am sitting back about 5 ft just watching all of this happen. The dog goes between looking happy just to run next to us, to teeth showing he really wants to bite Chris. After what I would guess was at least 1/4 mile the dog finally gives up and stops in the road and is content with just barking at us.

 So our ride continues, both of our hearts now pumping and our legs warm we continue on our ride to make it to Troy Urbana... and then what do you think happens... not 2 miles from the last dog another dog launches it's attack on us. Chris again steps up in protection mode and we peddle harder. Luckily this dog doesn't have the heart or the speed of our former challenger and shortly we have sprinted away from our foe. I comment to Chris that this must be a dog ride, because in all of our rides, that I've done around Troy, we have never gotten chased by a dog before, and now two with in a short distance of each other. No sweat, we just keep peddling.  

We turn onto Troy Urbana  with smiles on our faces. This is what we rode all those pot hole ridden, bumpy, gravel scattered roads for, this one fresh paved, smooth going road. Then what do you think happens another dog jumps out from the bushes.... No time this time for Chris to step in and scare him off. He is on my side, big, yellow, and very happy to see us.. We crank it up again and yell for him to stay. We curse by him with somewhat ease this time and make it out alive with no bites. 

We finish out our ride 22 miles all together while the sun fades away and dusk sets down. Vince calls me to let me know he is done with his ride and that he will be bringing home pizza for the two of us.... yummy.... until next time

Oh and I guess Vince had a good ride too... You can check out Craig's Blog for that :)

      "Vince at his ride with Team MadCow Ramble"