A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
14th July. 58.4km, avg 10km/hr, max 49.9km/hr
Here is a link to the map for today's ride.
The bike alway's raised a bark from most dogs, some were afraid and some aggressive, I don't which of those little and large here were, but they certainly made some noise.
Just next door to these two were two of my fellow diners from the night before and they invited me for breakfast. It already wasn't my earliest start and it was lovely to see them again so I accepted. Coffee, toast and jam, fruit and good wishes; a smashin' start to the day.
This little hard packed gravel lane was the start to the day, very nice and peaceful. Unfortunately, at the end of this lane I turned left instead of right, passing what might be called Sallegourd. No problem in terms of wayfinding at all but a big problem in terms of dogs, I'll explain.
As I was just starting a shallow descent a large doberman pinscher ran out of a farm driveway, barked a few times and then ran off. Luckily I'd seen a dog exhibit that sort of behaviour before. He was actually going to get his bigger and more savage friend. So I started to pedal as fast as I could.
I was doing about 28km/hr when I passed the driveway and the biggest, blackest, hairiest beast I've ever seen came charging out after me, snarling and drooling. He was gaining on me and was about level with my elbow, by this time I was going about 30km/hr.
The dog was too. And trying to bite.
It wasn't until I got to about 35km/hr that I slowly started to outdistance the beast although he carried on chasing me for some 50 metres before he gave up.
Now for some dogs it's just the bike that freaks them out and if I stop and dismount they calm down, but, in this case, I didn't think that was a good plan. Thank goodness I had a rolling head start.