What happened next was NOT pretty. We did our usual cat calls at the dogs to see if they'd rush the beam, AND THEY DID! The pack of bikes quickly accelerated, but were met with equal acceleration in speed from dogs. We were cranking now, up hill on gravel at about 25 mph. I could see pure physical hatred in the eyes of the lead dog. He looked straight into my eyes and said: "I eat Mountain Bikers for breakfast, and You're next!" He lunged at my rear wheel and almost caught it. The Dobermans seem to be a little faster than the shepherds. Several wild eyed and drooling Dobermans were now about 3 feet off my rear wheel. I was riding behind the whole bike pack and shouted out at the bikers, that we could never out run these mad dogs..........When 35 Mountain bikers in Dover Dirt Dog T-shirts all turned in unison and said:

"We don't have to out run the dogs, we only have to out run you!"

With that, the big dogs in the bike pack put the hammer down and left me, pedaling, alone, on Echo Cliffs Hill.