And I thought I'd have nothing to talk about...

By 3 pm this afternoon my brain was fried. It was a busy day of dealing with STUFF, important stuff. I ended up going home early and having a nap. It's the only thing that helps me reset mentally and it gives me a second wind for training.

I waited as long as I could before I had to wake up in order to get back from training before dark. I just made it out the door in time. I didn't realize sunset is now 7:15 pm. The ride was initially uneventful, except that my legs were flat. I was thinking that tonight's blog entry was going to be short and uneventful. Other than almost running over 3 squirrels and 2 chipmunks in two days, they must be stupid this time of year, nothing exciting happened. Then that all changed.

I was riding by the house with the two big white dogs on Bell School Line. They've chased me at least 4 or 5 times this year alone. Last time I faced my fears and stood up to one of them that chased me, it was the older one. Today they both came at me, the young one and the old one. I wasn't panicked and just kept riding, thinking they would follow along on their yard, that they were just having fun. Wrong!!!

They cut onto the street and the young one went ahead of me and was about 2 feet in front of my wheel when it stopped. I had to hammer on my brakes to avoid hitting him and they both had their teeth out, growling and barking hard. I got one foot out of my pedal and almost wiped out because the other shoe didn't come out easily. I was getting rattled. All I could think of was get the bike between me and the dog. That young dog wanted blood.

I finally got it out and was SCREAMING my head off at the top of my lungs. I've never screamed that hard. The dogs kept coming, especially that young prick. I kept walking backwards with the bike between me and them and was just past the end of their yard and yelling the whole time to keep them at bay. I was yelling at least a full minute, maybe longer. I was shocked that the owners didn't come out running. Three horses on the other side of the fence were intensely watching. Normally horses don't notice anything but the screaming sure got their attention.

I finally got so PISSED OFF. I went crazy!!! I started showing my teeth and told the dogs " okay you Mother F'ers lets go"!!!! and I started running right at them. I was serious, I wanted to kill them. I had it! They were startled, then started running the other way. I guess I went to far because once I got off the road and onto their yard they stopped, turned around and started running back at me, showing teeth and growling at me. Shit!!!!!!! I went to far, I lost the upper hand. Again I put the bike between me and the dogs and slowly backed up to get back on the road. We had a stand off once I got back on the road.

The whole episode was exhausting. I was exasperated. My head hurt. I was so wishing I would have seen the owners. I would have given them a piece of my mind about their F'ing dogs. On my ride back I was ruminating real bad. Fantasising about how I'm going to hurt or kill them.

At first I was thinking that next time I'm bringing a baseball bat, then thought that's too big to carry. Then I thought "pepper spray" and that I'm going to really get those Mother F'rs next time. I then settled down and figured I'm going to get an air horn. Then if that doesn't work, I'm going to get the pepper spray. And if I get pepper spray, that better work, or I'm going to lose it and get a gun and shoot those Mother F'ers. I'm so mad about this situation. I was even thinking I'd love to have John Barclay's dog Nero (ex-police dog) maul those bastards.

Don't get me wrong, I like dogs. Just not these two any longer. Anyway, as I left, I looked at the three horses and they were still watching with great interest. What a night! I'm so pissed off I'm still shaking mad.

Tempo Bike - 1:17:08 / 36.87 / 28.6 kph / 132 avg hr