A short Saturday ride, with lots of drama and action…
Base Miles sure don’t come easy…as this was a ride to forget.
The roads were in bad shape, salt and water everywhere. Then I sank my
right foot in the mud up to my ankle. Oh nice… (in my best Brit accent)
Then while at the local airport for a quick pit-stop….I was chased by an angry Rottweiler.
My quick thinking and memory of reading about how to fend off the pooches had me
fencing the 4-legged chap with my carbon steed. At first, I just tried to discourage him,
but he kept coming at me. So then, I attacked him, using the pedal to try and hit him in
the snout. But he was relentless.
Finally what seemed much longer but probably after about two minutes, an
elderly gent thankfully came running over and restrained the stout mongrel. Whew,
that dog Wanted a piece of me in the worst way…I remounted, bid farewell to the man
and the ambitious dog then sprinted out of the airport lot!
Another stop for a scenery pic and the bike fell over. Result? Scratched the carbon fork,
the rear stays and broke both bottle cages and that were not bad enough, I was almost T-boned a block from home. Aye, bugger me…
A T-6 Texan…(trainer) on display and ready for guest rides at George Walker Field
in Bedminster NJ
The Road to Revelation 