Give Me The Hair Of The Dog!!!

I had a pretty sweet Saturday. A good, but muddy ride on the Mamasita, a great night out with Wifey, and a semi restful nights sleep. That's a pretty good day in my book. My Sunday was pretty damn good too. Not like Saturday, but good.

Today called for road time on the Campeon out around my Dad's. I had a nice loop planned and I was pretty geeked that WPA seemed to finally be getting some spring like temps and a few peeks of sunshine! I was able to ride in shorts and arm warmers (sweet!)

Legs felt good from the start. There's something about shedding the knee warmers and tights that just makes you feel good mentally and feel faster, even though you're really not. I felt good on the climbs and was having a great ride. At mile 40 I did have a bit of bad luck when I got bit by a f*cking dog!!

I came up on a dude walking on a farm road. I see he's holding a leash. Where's the dog? Oh there it is, looks like a Golden Retriever or some such dog taking a piss on the side of the road. I slow down to a near stop, the dog barks, comes over and before I could get a word out of my mouth the dog snaps at my leg. I don't think he punctured but he got a good teeth scraping on my leg. Then the dog runs to the dude. I yell back and ask the dude if the dog has all his shots. He says he does. I say "cause you know it just BIT ME!!" Dude just says "son of a gun". Great. "Mr. Laid back old man dog owner".

In umpteen years of riding I've had my share of close calls with dogs. But this is the first bite. I'm not a dog fan. I don't hate them or anything, I really dig a lot of dogs. I just wish that if folks are gonna walk their dogs or have big ass dogs they would keep them on a leash. So I guess it's more a "people problem" than a "dog problem". Oh well, could have been worse. It could have been a bear. OR a friggin' SNAKE!

I finished up the ride with 46.5 miles and 2:45 in the saddle. The last 6.5 miles sort of sucked though. I couldn't stop looking at the bite and wondering what toxins were coursing through my veins. And I don't buy that "a dog's mouth is cleaner than a humans mouth" crap! When was the last time you licked a turd, a dogs ass, or your own balls?? On second thought PLEASE do NOT answerer that!!! I BEG YOU!

Once home I had the pleasure of watching the sort of lame, but better than nothing, coverage of the Tour of Flanders. Damn what a great freaking race. Rain, cool temps, hail, tough climbs, Not to mention I was able to kick back with a goblet of fine beverage in my rumpus room.

Take away the friggin' dog bite and Sunday was pretty damn fine too. Nice road ride, a great bike race to watch, a fine beverage and a soon to be cooked kick ass dinner of pasta and turkey sausage. Mmmmm.

Later.