two a day

I rode out yesterday with a class-mate for a quick two-hour jaunt through the south Salem hills.

As we rounded a curve, two massive brutes of the canine persuasion came across the road at us. My classmate was leading and they could not get to him, so they focused on me. They got within a few feet of me before I finally was fast enough to get past and away. Thank you, Mr. dog owner, for letting your menaces off-leash, free to harass.

Next time, I will be on the lead around that curve. Another example of why it never pays to be a follower.