Cold and windy, but a beautiful day. It's not quite as spectacular with most of the snow gone. The brown of the trees and fields just don't match up as well against a blue sky.
A couple of us wheeled our way into a pretty brisk wind, for about 30 miles. Hills are tough this time of year, but with a head wind, and on a cross bike...whoa!
Nevertheless, the scenery was refreshing; fields, farms, barns, tree lined roads, lakes, and even llamas. We'd be seeing mostly asphalt as we worked our way up a hill, then at the top a view of forever came before us.
We finally reached Lake Independence, which put an end to the brutally persistent wind. The relief was quite welcome.
From Maple Plain we flew along Cty Rd 19 toward Lake Minnetonka. We came to a pretty busy intersection at 19 and 15 in Navarre. It has a stop light. It was nice to see that we had a green, and I picked up the pace slightly to insure we wouldn't have to put a foot down. Out of the corner of my right eye I see some unexpected movement. It's small, low to the ground, and moving fast. It had the sound of studded tires on bare pavement. This is an intersection with 3 gas stations and a strip mall at the four corners. I hear ROMEO! ROMEO! NO!. I'm not through the intersection yet, and look back to see a pug terrier in hot pursuit of me and the Evil One. Who ever was yelling, Romeo wasn't listening. Romeo blew out of the gas station, and not looking both ways, made a wide sweeping turn into traffic and had me in his sights, convinced he could reel me in. His one inch long legs were a blur, and his pink tongue was hanging slightly out the left side of his mouth. Ears flopping behind his head, and his tiny barrel shaped body low to the pavement, he made it through traffic and into the middle of the intersection, when, like all sprinters, he cracked and had to give up the chase. I cast a mocking glare back at him.
It's not unusual to get chased by dogs, but at a busy intersection like this, and by a dog named Romeo on Valentines day....this is one to remember. I'm convinced that Romeo, was not really chasing me, but making sure that I wasn't going to be making any moves on his owner that was left standing back at the gas station. Do you think she came looking for him wondering Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo? 62/17.5
3 comments:
That's hysterical! I can totally see this little terrier sprinting for all he's worth. Maybe Romeo wanted to bring his mommy back a nice juicy drumstick, basting in those lycra tights. (Of course his little doggie brain wasn't registering how cold it was and that he'd have to defrost said drumstick once he got it out of that pedal and separated from the rest of the body).
Romeo may also have met a tragic end: there was serious traffic mayhem behind you as the dog was playing Frogger through that intersection.
Why is it those little fatty dogs with short legs can run so fast?
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