Since the rains stopped and the city dried up, decided to go for a bike ride after a long break. Dressed up warmer, hat, gloves and go. The wind is not very strong in the city, but on the embankment it is almost impossible to drive against the wind — maximum 12 км/час. So I drove everything 45 km, no more risked, turned back, though, when I drove up to the house, realized that, practically, not even tired.
There was also an adventure. When I passed by the wasteland, four healthy dogs suddenly jumped out and, with loud barking, tried to rush at me and the bike to tear and eat, because, I suspect, that they were hungry and cold.
In such cases, usually, I pretend to bend over to the ground to pick up a stone — works flawlessly. Dogs are subconsciously or consciously afraid that a stone will be thrown at them — always stop barking and, tails between, retreat, or even panicky trying to hide as soon as possible. And this time I also tried to pretend that I bend over to pick up a stone., but sitting on a bike is, I guess, looked fabulous, so the dogs were not impressed and tried to continue the attack. Then just tried to imitate throwing stones at them. Little effect. Two dogs recoiled and pretended that they could no longer catch up with the bike. One just frankly shuddered and tried to run away. But only, apparently, the most experienced and the most respectable, continued to run with barking three meters from the bike, but never dared to come closer. On this and parted.
When driving back, in front of the place of the attack, I scored stones in my pocket just in case, but maybe the dogs were gone, or, disgraced by an unsuccessful skirmish, did not dare to repeat the attack. Ну и ладно, let it remain on their conscience.
