Sunday's 28 mile ride was filled with excitement. Heading down Prospect we noticed a medium sized dog in a front yard. He looked innocent enough, but when we passed his house he shot off toward us. First I thought he was on a stake. He wasn't. Then I thought he would stop running when he reached the street. He didn't. I just heard Matt yell "GO" - then looked back to see that this guy was about six inches from Matt's back pedal, yapping and air biting all the way. I figured that if we continued straight he'd just keep going, so I took a very quick left turn. My heart was racing and it was pretty intense. Luckily that turn fooled the little dude, and he went back home to chase the next poor stranger to pass by. All the while I was thinking how my mom gave me not one, but three pepper sprays for just this purpose, and I'd left them all at work. You were right mom.
After escaping from the feral dog we continued on our journey to TJ's for breakfast. Our orders were standard and everything seemed pretty ordinary until it was time to go. We asked our server for our check, and she told us the guy in the next booth had already picked it up for us. We just kind of stood there for a second, wondering why this guy would buy breakfast for two sweaty cyclists he didn't even know. It was a really cool thing to experience, and when we thanked him and told him about our training and how we wanted to give him a shout out on our blog, he asked that we not even mention his name. So we won't, but we will say that his kind and totally unexpected act was just damn cool.
The final kicker for Sunday's exciting ride was the flat we had to fix. Matt's front tube was in dire straits. Luckily we had a spare tube and everything we needed to fix it. You could say it took us a few minutes to fix, since it was our first time. We assumed that since we'd changed a mountain bike tire, this would be the same. A bit different, but we got it done.
So, we beat off a foam-mouthed dog, enjoyed a gifted breakfast, and fixed a flat all in one day.
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Hard for a Sunday to get much more exciting that that. Unless its NFL season.
Also, just for my own records, can you tell me the race of the dog?
Please and Thank You!
Still haven't heard what race the dog was...
There was no race Grant. It was just a leisurely ride and the dog wasn't even supposed to be chasing us!
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