Re: Travel Log - 2011 - USA
...
Riding a mountain bike around some fields and orchards in the central valley of CA, I came across a bunch of feral dogs running around, yipping at me and stuff. Some of these fuckers were foaming at the mouth and hella mangy looking. So in an effort to avoid this pack of degs- I dip out and pedal away at a quick pace.
One of the smaller guys got ballsy and decided to chase me nipping at my heels and such. He ended up getting his head caught in my spokes somehow and went around with the wheel only to hit rear fork before his neck snapped and he pretty much decapitated himself.
I was pretty upset about the whole situation. He broke like four spokes, man.
Cool thread. Traveling in style I see!