The first time we rode by the camp, 17 shepherds and 5 Dobermans frantically ran toward the road, fangs bared, snarling; "I'm going to eat your little legs, right off!!" When they broke the light beam, they stopped dead in their tracks, whined, cried and tore off in the other direction. It was wonderful to see their hair standing straight up in the air, bright white with electrical energy. We had to ride our Mountain bikes past the camp 6 or 7 times that day!

I think it was the night before Labor Day that a tornado came within 6 miles of Dover knocking out all electrical power for miles around. On the Club ride the next day, was the first time I had ever managed to stay with the leaders. They had tried to drop me at all the small hills on the way to Dover, but I had managed to hang on. I was drafting in the back, conserving my energy, as we approached the base of Echo Cliffs Hill. There were 21 German shepherds and 15 Dobermans standing at attention behind what we thought was an invisible fence.