G
Geob
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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...".
(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...".