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Weird farm dog story... I had just gotten a new bike from the police auction when I was a student at UW-RF -- a Motabecone road bike for 40 bucks. Bike is in great shape after I oiled it, greased the chain, tightened the cables, etc. Set to go. A beautiful, sunny, late spring day; life is good. So, I head out onto the back county roads outside of town and I am just cruising along lovin' it. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spy a couple of dogs waaaay out in the middle of a hayfield. One looks up; the other starts toward me. Assuming it's in attack mode, I go from high gear to screaming tires gear. Dog's paws are on fire. He and I are on a collision course... BAM. Bike comes to a screeching halt, I barely stay aboard, and then I am wondering which part of my anatomy the teeth will sink into. I look around and the dumb dog had slammed into the back wheel so fast and so hard that it could no longer turn; the wheel had a bigger curve than Marilyn Monroe's chest. And the dog -- an obvious German Shorthair mix -- started licking me and wagging his tail like he had just caught a Ferrari. I drag my bike to the farmhouse front door, explain what happened, and the nice farmer looked at the dog, then at me, and said, "Yup, Bob isn't the brightest dog but he shore is friendly." In the end, I got a ride home and a new back wheel out of Bob's blunder. 

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