This morning I was putting my lovely new Vision fenders through a work-out, commuting in the rain (Primo Comets with the tread worn smooth are NOT the tire of choice for this). On my 8 mile commute to work I pass through the 'Projects' in order to cross the freeway on the pedestrian overcross. This morning all the dogs were out, and patrolling the streets! I got pass the knee-high dogs and thought I had it made, but then out charges a Big Scarred Male Pit Bull! Now, on my DF I was accustomed to dogs eye-balling my legs... on my VR40 things are different, like a couple of feet lower! This guy is evaluating my upper arm! He is right there, slobbering and growling and chomping, pert-near eye-to-eye with me. I am mentally reviewing how many large arteries are close to the surface there. There's no way I was gonna kick him, which, on my DF, has dissuaded lesser dogs in the past. It was immediately obvious to me that a different stratgem was in order. I generally hold headlong flight to be a viable negotiating tactic, but this guy is just idling along next to me. I mean, *right* next to me. No way am I gonna leave him behind. So Plan C. I attempted to build a relationship with him, based on commonalities and respect, of mutual progressive self-disclousure in an atmosphere of trust and acceptance. But all he would do was repeat himself, loudly. All I could catch was something like "... damn bikes... my territory.... make an example...".