Well, we decided to go for a quick ride tonight on the motorcycle. We rushed to get ready because it was about 7:15 or so and we wanted to get out and get back before dark.
We did all the pre-check things (check tires, oil, etc.), and we were off. We had no specific place we wanted to go, we were just going for a ride. We left our house and Preston took a route that he knew had some semi-curvy roads, however, we got stuck behind someone that was doing less than the speed limit, so that was a little bummer.
We turned and cruised on another road for a while and then we pulled off because it was getting late and we needed to turn on the GPS to figure out how to get home from where we were. We pulled off on Tom Burke Lane (I am sorry if you live on that road, but we will not visit you on the motorcycle), and Preston stopped on the side of the road and started to turn on the GPS.
No sooner than he had pushed the power button, this black dog with no tail came running at us barking like crazy and never really got close enough to touch us, but we decided that we needed to get away. So, when the dog got a little behind us, Preston took off, and he says that the front tire lifted off the ground a little, but I never felt anything. It was not an obvious wheelie.
So, the road kept going and I thought it would be cool to keep on going to see where it went. So I told Preston to keep going. He was looking for a place to turn around and check the Garmin...I should have not said anything! We kept on going and then the road ended....so, Preston turned around and no sooner than we got straight this chocolate lab dashed out at us and was barking and even growling. Way scarrier than the first dog. He was not scared of the motorcycle at all and he even came around and bit Preston's pants. The dog was not able to get through to any skin and thank goodness he only got the pants. I thought that Preston had kicked at the dog when I felt the jolt, but it was actually Preston getting bit by this dog. As soon as the dog had bit Preston, three more dogs came out of nowhere and we knew if we did not get out of there fast we would soon be surrounded and it would not be pretty, so we bolted out of there like a "blue" streak of lightening!
We were able to find our way home on better roads, with no other vicious animals. Moral of our story: do not stop on any strange named roads, from now on we stop at parking lots or gas stations or the entrances of really nice looking neighborhoods!
