Apropos of nothing but the dog theme of your post, I got to play chicken the other day with a thirty-something riding his bike, apparently for the first time, possibly ever, but surely with his dog on a leash. But the man seemed to respond as though this was perfectly normal. I’ve not seen him since (or before), so I hope they are alright. He, well, they, depending on the dog’s ambitions of the moment, where heading toward me in my lane, never in their lane. First aiming for a squirrel, then for me, then for another squirrel, then for another dog. I stopped and watched in amazement as the chaos went by, the guy seeming unphased despite being dragged hither and thither down the wrong way lane of a small mountian town’s backroad. Fortunately for all involved, no cars were seen, though they are a frequence, especially in summer.
Glad you are getting some good rides in with your ride-y dog. Grin. With abandon, Patrick -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. Visit this group at https://groups.google.com/group/rbw-owners-bunch. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
