Stupid dogs

[T Legg]

Thinking about two strokes reminded me of a story. When my youngest son Ian was around twelve I bought him an old Yamaha CT 175 dirt bike. The place I have is off of dirt roads and at that time surrounded by endless open space to ride. Across the road from us was a neighbor with a cranky 100lb + German Shepard that loved to charge me when I rode by with my bultaco. I would dip around him when he ran out and zip past him. The second or third time I took Ian out for a ride on his new motorcycle Ian was out in front when the dog appeared and began his charge. Worried about my son I decided to teach the dog a lesson. I pulled around Ian and instead of dipping around I aimed straight at him assuming he would yield and Ian could pass. Well nobody yielded and the dog and I both went down in a cloud of dust. Me and the dog both limped off in different directions. I limped for almost three months after that. The dog survived and lived many more years but he never charged us again.

[giantkiller]

See you can teach an old dog

[fj1289]

 

See you can teach an old dog

Which one?!

[Waiex191]

I've had 3 motorcycle dog encounters in my life.

Encounter 1: As a teenager I had a Sears moped and a paper route. On Sundays I was extra loaded down as papers and advertisements were heavier. I had a couple of baskets on the back so was very light in the front. One customer on a cul-de-sac had a pretty scary dog who got loose on this one Sunday. When he went at me I decided to bug out and wrung everything I could out of that little two stroke. I did the turn around the cul-de-sac and the dog intercepted me. The light front wheel went right up on his back, and I wiped out in a spectacular fashion with no damage to the critter. Dog 1, rider 0.

Encounter 2: one of my buddy's neighbors had a dog that would always chase my bike. Was fairly hazardous.  One day my brain came up with a targeting solution that he would just reach the side of the bike as I passed.  I was on the GN400. I straight legged him in the head, he spun around once from the impact, and took off for home. Never chased me again.  Dog 1, rider 1.

Encounter 3: My sister's neighbors had a large dog that used to chase me. One day it all went wrong and I ran him over on the FJ. I nearly crashed and really jammed my hip in the recovery. The dog ran off but from later reports I probably broke some of his ribs.  He never chased me again. Dog 1, rider 1, and one draw.

Hopefully I'm done running over dogs. Besides the fact that I really like dogs, it's a dangerous thing.

[FjLee]

T Legg......

Your story is eerie, it's so similar to my "dog  vs. motorcycle" incident, tho my incident was longer ago.

Mine happened about 1955 or 56.  I was 12-13 years old,  riding my BSA Bantam 2-stroke.  My friend Adan was my passenger.  Absent was ANY protective gear!

I lived on a dirt road, in deep south Texas, right on the Mexican border.   A couple of miles away, on same road, lived this dog that usually came dashing out when I rode by on the bike.

Well, this time was a bit different, cuz he came out running faster, and ran into/across the front wheel.
We were probably going 35-40 mph......wobbled along for a short distance and went down.

Bike stayed in the middle of the road, along with the crippled dog.  Adan was over there, in the ditch....I wound up on opposite side of the road.  Shook up, pissed off, etc.

The forks on the BSA were twisted around some......fixable with a few kicks.  Adan was purty scraped up...lottsa "rash" and heavy bruising.  I was mostly ok, some  "dirt road rash" myself.  Happily, the dog ultimately  flopped around a bit, and then died.

People that lived where the dog lived came out and started screaming and yelling at this whole circus/rodeo.....  Since I was still kinda young, I hadn't learnt all the correct  words to use in these circumstances.......but I did my best, both in English and Spanish.  ((Probably using language I'd heard my Dadddy use!!))

FjLee

[Motofun]

Not MC but when I was in 10th grade a neighbor friend and I were walking with our ice skates, going skating.  A neighborhood german shepard decides we'd make a good lunch.  I'm ready to run but Scot takes his skates, (you remember how you'd tie the laces together and hang them over your shoulder?)...Anyway he bolos those suckers and nails that dog in the noggin.  KO'd right then and there.  Don't know what ever happened after that as I never saw the dog outside again.  I know for sure he never chased anyone again.

[fj1289]

Luckily my dog encounters have occurred where I've had enough time to set up for it.  Speed up a little, then slow down kind of abruptly and turn toward the dog if able so the dog tightens up his intercept.  Then accelerate quick enough and turn away if possible so the dog doesn't have time or distance to readjust his line. 

[T Legg]

Luckily my dog encounters have occurred where I've had enough time to set up for it.  Speed up a little, then slow down kind of abruptly and turn toward the dog if able so the dog tightens up his intercept.  Then accelerate quick enough and turn away if possible so the dog doesn't have time or distance to readjust his line. 

That's the same way I beat my grand daughter playing tag.

[giantkiller]

There was a dog on the way to town. At one of the places we lived when I was a kid. That always chased cars. My dad never allowed any of our dogs chase anything unless told too.  He  put  an end to it. Tied a burlap bag to the center of the truck wheel. Dog latched onto it. Needless to say it made a mess.

[Cat Cracker]

Not a dog !
When I lived in Ireland early eighties, I was riding my Yamaha RD 350LC  home from my friends house one evening around dusk. I was on a quiet country road with no traffic at all. Cruising in the power band ~ 60 mph, a pheasant rose from the ditch, right into my path. With front & rear brakes applied the pheasant hit me in the chest & knocked me clean off the bike. On my back in the soft ditch, it took me about 5 minutes to get my breathing back to normal after being winded. I probably hit the fat bird at about 30mph.
Other than damaged forks & the time spent cleaning the pheasant crap off my Barber's I was fine. Great memories from the old sod !
Happy New Year 2021.