Oh yeah, and also…
These God damn dogs all along the road come running out, sometimes on chains or leashes, but often without, barreling right up to my bike with the single desire to sink their teeth into my tires or get their snout ralphed up in my spokes. Luckily, I’m ready with my boot to fustigate their snotty little noses.
Sorry, dog-lovers.
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