I already kinda suspected that my life had become more of a contact sport as of late (snowboarding, learning how to ride)!! And, I thought I'd become even more of an ounce-of-prevention kinda gal as a result. So, it kinda took me by surprise yesterday when a girlfriend and I were out on a ride, on a day that had turned up all late-fall-kinds-of-glorious.... bluebird skies, colorful leaves, sunshine bouncing off the Tennessee river around every bend... when motorcycle riding suddenly became an unexpected kinda contact sport when I got... BITTEN!! By a DOG!! It wasn't the motorcycle riding that I should have been worried about. Apparently, it was the evil little blippity-blip that came running out of a yard, kept nipping at my front tires, before it wheeled its head around and... BIT ME!!! ONCE! Then, apparently, for good measure... TWICE!! omg! It was one of those slow-motion moments when a million things run through your mind. In no particular order... "Don't slam on the brakes!" An instant replay of what they told us to do in motorcycle class.... slow down then speed up past the dog. "But, but, its FACE is under my wheel!!" “Is it small enough to fit into a frypan?? Should I really hit it?? No, wait, that thing won't fit in a skillet!!” "How do I get my leg up and away from Cujo??" "WTF??? Is that dog really ahold of me, and is it REALLLY doing that crazy head shake thing, WITH my leg??? No! No? You gotta be kidding me, really???" And, then, a blur, and down went the bike. And, that evil little shit went and sat in the yard and looked out at us while we hauled Evvie back up on her feet.... That is, until it was time to ride off again!! Satan tore off after us a second time!! Seriously!?!? Thank heavens, made it home safe n sound, cleaned up and monitoring the situation, adrenaline still pumping through me hours afterwards. lol - always an adventure - in this case an adventure inside an adventure!!!