08/22/06

Location =  Tijeras NM  
Distance =  22.71
Time =  1:46:09
Ave. Speed =  12.8
Max. Speed =  40.0
Monthly Dist. =    360.73
Yearly Dist. =  2222.65

I bought a trainer, because I thought that I would do some intervals in the house, and thereby avoid any bad weather that might be happening outside. I set the thing up in the kitchen and tried it out, and I didn't like it. It's a magnetic trainer, so I think that I will exchange it for a fluid trainer.

In the meantime, it wasn't raining, although it was cloudy, and I knew that the trails would be muddy, because it had rained earlier, so I decided to take the mountain bike out for a road ride. I rode across the highway to Oak Flat, and continued around to Anaya, and then turned up Gonzalez. I rode out Gonzalez until it turned into a dirt road, passing a jogger along the way. The dirt road made a loop, and a doberman pinscher, came tearing out of a yard after me, but I saw him coming, and made a fast getaway. Gravity was my friend, as I was going downhill at the time. I made my way out of there, and passed the jogger again. He asked me if I had just climbed the big hill. I had, although I didn't think that it was very big. He said "Wow". I guess that he thought it was pretty big.

I headed back toward the house, having put a lot of effort into this ride. I tried to charge up the hills, driving my heart rate into the 150s, and then I'd recover until the next hill came along. When I was a half a mile from home, I had to pass the house with the scary dogs. They've always been chained up, or behind fences, but this time there was pit bull loose. The dog charged me, and forced me to dismount from the bike. The dog was a young female, and being very aggressive. I used my bike as a shield, and picked up a rock for a weapon. The side of the road that I was on, didn't have any more large rocks, and I didn't want to throw the one I had, unless I could resupply with more ammunition, in the event that I missed, so I slowly made my way to the other side of the road. At the same time, I moved up the road, so that I wasn't directly in front of the house. I didn't want anyone to see me, if I was forced to take out the dog. I finally took aim, and threw the rock as hard as I could at the dog. That dog had amazing reflexes, because somehow it avoided taking a direct hit, and was just grazed on the foot by my throw. The animal took off running back toward the house, and I jumped on the bike and headed the other way. This was a very frightening experience, and if it happens again, I will have no mercy, and I will attempt to kill the dog.

Other than that, it was an excellent ride, with temps in the 70s.



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