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Because of some of the places I ride, there are often quite a few dogs about. Most of them seem to be singularly pissed off with me riding by.
The old method of dealing with this was to try to gun the bike and rip past them before they got me. I worked out another method.
Trying to race past them is dangerous - your focus is on the dog not the road and you are being forced to ride according to a dog? Who, once you have blitzed by, always seems far too smug about having chased you off his patch.
I have found that as soon as you see the dog, you can tell if it is one of those rustig numbers or keen on showing you whose boss. (funnily enough size has fuck all to do with this). As soon as you spot one of the bad assed ones and he starts to make forward movement towards you. Slow down and ride right at him.
Dog psychology is all about who is top dog. If you try race away, all that tells the dog is that you are lower than bafanna bafanna on the dog scale of things. But if you ride right at him, most times he is instantly aware that this is not your average thing to chase because you seem intent on chasing it.
You can almost see the calculation going on in their eyes, "Aha!, here comes another foolish fucker to bite the fu....? Wha...? Jesus! He's fucken mad! He certifiable!!! He's riding through the ditch and up the pavement! Lewe Vader! RUN! Run for you lives! And worse, he's mad at me! Mommmmyyyyy!!!!"
Don't stop going for him, he will try move one way or another. Also, very important; He has become used to vehicles staying on the road. Once you get up on the pavement or off the path that most vehicles stay on, this adds a whole new dimension to his confusion and he slides a few more notches down the rank pecking order. Keep aiming at him untill you're past him.
Who knows, maybe you permanently fuck up the local heirachy system and some of the other dogs see that he is not the Dik Yster he always claims to be.
Once you're past they either slink off or give a half assed attempt at chasing you just to regain some pride. If they do the latter, I have often turned around and had another go, this has always sealed the deal. the message they finally get is, "I am King Ding-a-ling you mangy fucker! Now Fuck OFF!
This has worked every time except for once above Hout Bay in the Coloured fishermanâ??s housing area, that one pavement special was definitely on TIK or something. I had my boot bitten but then another reason for ATTGATT.
Happy hunting.
The old method of dealing with this was to try to gun the bike and rip past them before they got me. I worked out another method.
Trying to race past them is dangerous - your focus is on the dog not the road and you are being forced to ride according to a dog? Who, once you have blitzed by, always seems far too smug about having chased you off his patch.
I have found that as soon as you see the dog, you can tell if it is one of those rustig numbers or keen on showing you whose boss. (funnily enough size has fuck all to do with this). As soon as you spot one of the bad assed ones and he starts to make forward movement towards you. Slow down and ride right at him.
Dog psychology is all about who is top dog. If you try race away, all that tells the dog is that you are lower than bafanna bafanna on the dog scale of things. But if you ride right at him, most times he is instantly aware that this is not your average thing to chase because you seem intent on chasing it.
You can almost see the calculation going on in their eyes, "Aha!, here comes another foolish fucker to bite the fu....? Wha...? Jesus! He's fucken mad! He certifiable!!! He's riding through the ditch and up the pavement! Lewe Vader! RUN! Run for you lives! And worse, he's mad at me! Mommmmyyyyy!!!!"
Don't stop going for him, he will try move one way or another. Also, very important; He has become used to vehicles staying on the road. Once you get up on the pavement or off the path that most vehicles stay on, this adds a whole new dimension to his confusion and he slides a few more notches down the rank pecking order. Keep aiming at him untill you're past him.
Who knows, maybe you permanently fuck up the local heirachy system and some of the other dogs see that he is not the Dik Yster he always claims to be.
Once you're past they either slink off or give a half assed attempt at chasing you just to regain some pride. If they do the latter, I have often turned around and had another go, this has always sealed the deal. the message they finally get is, "I am King Ding-a-ling you mangy fucker! Now Fuck OFF!
This has worked every time except for once above Hout Bay in the Coloured fishermanâ??s housing area, that one pavement special was definitely on TIK or something. I had my boot bitten but then another reason for ATTGATT.
Happy hunting.
