Gotta love the pooches.
A few weeks ago I was coming up our long, packed dirt driveway. I was hot dogging it a bit, breaking the back wheel loose and doing a bit of fishtailing. Suddenly, out from behind the boat came all 200 lbs of my two German Shepherds running to welcome dad home. They both crossed directly in front of me. Ranger cleared no problem but my front tire met Scout at the midpoint of her body. I had to decide real quick whether to injure or kill my dog or dump my bike. Well. the bike slammed to the gound, me doing the high-step hurdle over the bars followed by a shoulder roll.
The dogs knew they had done wrong, my wife was screaming at them to "stay" the whole time. They have seen dad mad before but they were shocked to find I had another gear.
Scratched the tank, no dent though. Very slightly bent the bars but I have some drags I have been meaning to put on anyways. Had to replace the brake pedal. Dinged my shoulder on the dismount but nothing serious.
Ever since then the dogs sit tight until they hear "ok" whenever someone comes up the drive.
