This morning at 8:05 am I was chased by a dog. (photo pictured above is a simulation) I saw a brown medium sized dog nosing it's way along a country road as I ambled by on my bicycle. Then I saw its little red eyes engage with the rotation of my bike pedals, and it was off. It bolted after me with wild canine fury. It's seventeen rows of razor sharp teeth glistened in the light of the early dawn. I think I caught a glimpse of a forked tail. All I could do was pedal faster and faster (my water bottle was empty so I couldn't spray it) and YELL. I yelled at it for all I worth. First I screamed "Beat it!" Then came "Get away from me!" finally I gave it a stern and breathy "Go home." In the end I was saved by my own adrenaline induced super cycling speed. I simply out-cycled him and he veered off, realizing he was no match for me.
Yet again, ANOTHER reason I hate dogs.