8.25.2007

Woof.

Come to the top of a hill, creeping and panting.

Realize that the blur of brown just ahead is a pack of dogs in the middle of the road.

The ringleader, some kind of collie mix, is surrounded by three or four smaller, nondescript thugs.

Fuck.me.

Good thing back down the hill is must faster going.

Shots of calmer sections of today's ride:



1 comment:

pom. said...

The last one is totally surreal.