This morning I got up late, about 7:30 am, and looked outside. Everything was wet, not raining, but wet from dew. Even for East Texas this was a warm day. 60 degrees with a projected 71 for a high. I checked the weather channel to find out we have a 60% chance of rain today. So, about noon I check outside and it’s just a very light mist. One of those that could last for hours. 68 degrees now and I don’t think it going to get any better. So I put on a sweatshirt and head out for my first ride since eye surgery. Doctor said no restrictions.
By the time I reach the top of my drive, about 3/8 of a mile, I’m breathing hard enough to feel the fine mist go up my nose and into my lungs to soften the old leathery fiber left over from years of smoking. Good to go, hook a left and pedal the low gears to warm up for my longest hill climb of the day, up to the church. About a mile and half. Just as I reach the church parking lot to rest for a minute, huffing and puffing from the climb, legs burning not wanting to go any further, here come two of the longest legged dogs you can imagine . One with a smile on his face, the other growling, snarling, charging, with the look of hell burning through his devil shaped eyes.
My legs are to limp from the climb to lift me off the trike and I feel fear building in my 68 year old body. It was fear that drove the strength to grab the right rear tire and handle bar and force myself to my feet and scream out in my best dominating voice – NOOOOOOOO!!!!!. They threw on the breaks and both stopped maybe 10 feet away from me. Now all three of us are in shock, just standing there looking at each other, my legs shaking now more from fear than the hill climb.
The one with the smile on his face, lowered his head and put forward his best submissive body language and slowly walk my way. Waging his tail so hard his whole body waged. My thoughts are, really, I don’t want to be here. I reach out with my left hand to give the tail wager a rub behind the ear as I cocked my right hand to deliver a Sylvester Stallone round house right if needed.
At this point I realize how hard it’s raining. Both dogs turn and run for shelter. I lowered myself back on my recumbent seat. I lift both feet to the pedals and slowly crank across the parking lot toward the long down hill and back home. I turn onto my drive going back to my house and feel the rain on my face and the mud from my un-fendered tires hitting the back of my head and arms. Between the sobs I’m thinking out loud, “I could’d taken ’em”.
I think I need a velo for my trike maybe.