The Danger's of Cycling

I realize cycling is a dangerous sport. I have come to terms with the fact that one day I will be struck by a car. One day I will be in a crash. It happens. The saying is that "there are two types of cyclists, those who have been hit by a car, and those who will be." It's always a matter of inches. I can't count the numerous times I WOULD have been struck if I had been 2 inches to the left at precisely the wrong moment. Thankfully I have never been hit, though I have friends who have. And let me tell you, I'm really not looking forward to the day.

However this weekend I had an experience that I hadn't put to much prior thought into before. I got bit by a dog. Now don't get me wrong, the little rascal's chase me ALL the time. However, this was the first time I've ever had one of the animals sink it's teeth into my flesh.

Ian, Michael and I were out doing a 3 hr ride and were about 25 miles from my house. If you know the Dallas area at all then we were out by Kaufman. A really poor area out in the boondocks. We were literally about 5 minutes from turning around when the mutt left his front yard to pursue me. Actually there were a couple of them but this one guy is the only one that matters to me.

This wasn't even the first time we'd been chased on this ride and I wasn't overly concerned. I slowed down as he ran next to me because Ian was behind me and there was already another dog ahead a little ways. It ran along barking and I yelled at it to "GET BACK!!" and "NO!!!" Then out of nowhere he launched himself at me and attached his rather sharp teeth to my ankle. As I tried to get it off I was amazed at the strength in it's jaws and after a couple seconds I shook him off. I unclipped the foot that had been bit and tried to swing it at the dog's head as it was still running next to me. Let me tell you, thats not easy to do while sitting on a bicycle and I didn't even come close to making contact. (So says Ian)

Well the owners finally ran out and yelled at the dog to get back. I stopped and hopped off my bike, walking around to test out my ankle. The actual bite didn't really hurt. There was a fairly deep gash in my ankle but what really bothered me was it felt like my ankle had been twisted. I hobble around a little trying to regain my composure and testing the the amount of pain walking took.

The family gathered around obviously upset over what had happened. They assured me that the dog had all it's shots. What they TOLD me didn't matter to much and I was current on mine so it didn't really matter. The wife went to get some stuff to bandage me up and I did my best to assure them I wasn't going to sue them. These people were obviously poor. They lived in a trailer home off the side of the road with 3 kids and what seemed like about a dozen dogs. I wasn't mad at them, it's one of those things that just happens. I got bandaged up while they continued to apologize. The distress on their faces was evident and they obviously were not convinced that I wasn't planning on getting back at them somehow. I did get a name and number (who knows if its accurate.) just in case. And obviously I know where they live. Then I remounted my bike and we headed back home.

It hurt while watching the Ironman yesterday and I was limping around the house. But today I played ultimate frisbee with it wrapped up and even though it's still a little swollen I think I'll be alright. I'm sure though there's are still a mom and dad out in the kaufman boonies worried to death that they'll be recieving a phone call this week about what they owe for the accident. Thats not my intention at all but hey, I'll let em suffer a little.