Why does this stuff always happen to me?

If this post title sounds familiar, it might be because I used the same title at about this time last year (http://christianparrett.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-does-this-stuff-always-happen-to-me.html). It was a tale of shattering bike parts, confused rednecks, and long climbs without a small chainring.

Well this latest story I have from training didn't hurt my legs as much, but was a whole lot scarier and had me worried about losing a leg. While on a nice ride on a beautiful fall day I was spinning up a road I've been on a number of times before. I was 35 miles or so from Macon, up near Barnesville, in an area I like because it has some nice climbs for around here.

While riding along and enjoying my day I heard two dogs bark and run out of their yard to cut me off in the road. Around here this sometimes happens a half dozen times in a ride, so I didn't panic and sprint off. Normally they just stand by the road and bark or run alongside you for a bit.

Well, of course these two dogs didn't, that's what makes this a story. Turns out they were both nasty looking Pit Bulls ready to eat me. The one, really nasty one kept trying to come after my leg while I was riding. When I would try to sprint away he would run right in front of my wheel. I almost ate it several times when he threw his body in front of my front wheel leaving me to skid to a near-halt. Eventually he succesfully forced me off the bike.

At this point I started attacking him with my bike, going for his mouth and neck with the chainring. unfortunately the other dog got involved and began coming at me from another side. So at this point I end up spinning in circles, waving my bike at both dogs coming at me from opposite sides to keep them off me.

This lasted for what might've been 5 minutes. Every time they'd start to back off i'd try to get on the bike, only to have them come after me again. I was starting to get worried that they weren't gonna get tired anytime soon and started trying to figure something else out to escape.

At this point an old, beat up truck flew up. The two guys in the truck saw the dogs, drove the truck straight at them, scaring them off for a bit. About a half second after the driver told me to get in the back i jumped in, bike in arms. The really nasty of the two almost jumped into the truck but the driver sped away before he could make it. We hauled butt down some country road with me bouncing along in the back. After a few miles the guys asked which way I wanted to go. I told them this was fine and they let me off at a road that was right on my planned route anyway. I thanked them and road off. Oddly enough, they seemd hardly shaken by seeing two pit bulls fighting a teenager in spandex, and headed off without a second thought.

So, moral of the story is, kindness of strangers is awesome, people in the country are either really nice or own dogs that will try and kill you, and don't get eaten while out riding.

Also, I road with my buddy Strad this weekend and he got hit in the head by a bird. He was fine so I was allowed to laugh. Plus I was just glad it didn't happen to me, for once.