Thursday, July 14, 2011
Awfully unexpected turn of events during our training ride this morning. We were intending to try to ride the entire route of 62 miles, a metric century for those of you who are familiar with the term.
Around 20 miles out, we turned down a farm road with a few houses on one side and a Bassett Hound came running out into the street. There’s always a worry of dogs getting tangled up with your bike and causing a crash, so that was where my focus was, on avoiding hitting the dog.
It had other ideas. It bit me as I came up alongside it.
I kind of kicked it off and kept riding to put a little distance between us before I stopped to take a look. It was bleeding, but not badly. We usually carry some minor first aid items with us, so I cleaned it up and put on some neosporin. It was pretty sore, so we decided to just head back toward the house.
Later, I went back in the car and tried to find the house it had come from by asking some neighbors. I wasn’t sure what my plan was, but I definitely wanted to at least confront the owners if I could find them.
A neighbor knew of the dog and said it had been known to bite before. I kept thinking it was a good thing it was me that it bit and not my wife, because I wouldn’t have handled that well. As it was, i made a police report, but declined to take any action against the family.
The Restoration Tour 