chase
If I'd felt confident taking a photo with one hand and driving my '72 Datsun with the other, I would have snapped a shot of the dog-and-bike duo riding/running down the road in front of me this morning. For the first few blocks, I thought the black pooch (lab? spaniel?) was chasing the motorcycle and the driver was leaning over telling the dog to "Go home!" or somesuch. But at the first stoplight, either out of protectiveness or ownership, the rider slowed his bike and held out a hand as if to motion the dog to stop. Then, when it was "their" turn to go, they headed straight through the intersection and beyond to whatever their destination.

I thought it charming, surprising and an unbelievably stupid way to test the rash tentacles of fate. Hope dog made it home safe.