The bike path I ride on is a bike path ONLY on most of its lenght. People walking their dogs are
bad. Especially those walking on one edge having the dog running on the other side with the leash
going straight through... But there is worse. Sometimes, the are people walking with their below 5
yo kids!!! How brainless do you have to be?
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> MisNomer wrote:
> >
> > An interesting thing happenned yesterday on my ride. We spotted someone
playing
> > with their 2 dogs in the water, rode past them discussing how cute those
2
> > mongrels were. Then, not 2 seconds later one of the dogs ran up beside
me, I
> > slowed down, he / she passed me and then cut me off! The dog then ran
back to
> > its master looking rath proud of himself ... (there I beat you!)
> >
> > take care Liz
> >
>
> I truly love dogs - especialy golden retrievers - except when I am on a bicycle. Even the smallest
> canine might as well be a load of cinderblocks when it - or even part of it - gets into the works
> of a bicycle. And there are also the dogs that will greet you nicley when you're on foot but wax
> nasty when you're on a bicycle (there are two of these in my neighborhood). All in all though, I
> have had no dog/bicycle problem since I began carrying a squeeze bottle of ammonia.
>
> Until last weekend. I was doing my morning ride on a nice, new, wide, walk/jog/bike path - my
> cycling safe haven, only 1/2 mile from home - when I approached a "soccer mom" and her leashed
> poodle from the rear. Dog was evenly trotting along, to the lady's right. I moved to the far left
> of the traffic-lane-wide "path" to give lady and dog wide berth, and as I drew to within about 10
> meters of even with lady/dog, the dog suddenly bolted around the lady and straight to the left ...
> across my path. So there I was, humping along at 18 MPH and thinking all was well with the world,
> when a bright red nylon tape (leash) appeared before me, stretched tight, a dog on one end and
> 110-pound woman on the other. Dog wanted a rabbit; woman wanted her dog. I crossed the "finish
> line", despite standing on the brake and dropping crotch to carrier rack, and immediately became
> intimately acquainted with dog and mistress.
>
> I slid through the grass on my face, messing up a perfectly good (though smelly) t-shirt, but the
> lady got some good road burn. Dog looked like he didn't feel well.