Early May, 2005
I got several positive looks and comments as I pulled my full loaded recumbent bicycle out of town.
With the trailer and bright yellow pannier covers, it was hard to miss.
"What did you pay for that?"
"What IS that?"
"NICE BIKE!"
Along the route, I got the opportunity to try out a loose dog defense technique I'd read about. I squirted the barking booger in the face with my water bottle when he got close enough. The dog did in fact stop immediately, as confused as anything else.
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