Was at the dance, a little jig for Marge ‘n Jim when I spotted the man with long white beard. The beard, once was red and stood out anywhere was older and wiser but all still there.
The man with the beard reside at the corner of hwy 52 ‘n 216 and part of him we all have experienced. For he shares a yard with big Black Bart. Now if you don’t know who I speak of it is that big black dog that has challenged more than one two wheeled rider in their search for freedom.
What I did find out that his name ain’t Bart, it’s Bear, and he does look the part. The last time he set his sights on my rotating leg was early last spring on one of those Sunday afternoon rides. Now when riding, thinking and paying no mind when all of a sudden the big black dog comes in search of a rider who dares enter his domain. That stretch of highway was his for all time, and he let you know it with teeth and quiet surprise.
Now Bear and me had a deal of some kind, at times I would stand and outrun him and others just stop and make nice. I have never been bitten but awaken many times as Bear pulled me out of deep thoughts with a growling surprise.
I asked the long beard about “Black Bart” he asked why? with a glint in his eye that one might have mistaken for a tear. He stoked his beard as he pondered how to tell me the story and told me did how his Bear had died. For each owner of a four legged beast comes pride in telling how he had earned his keep. Bear was no different as he patrolled his space what better companion than one who knows his place.
So now when we ride that straight piece of black top, ” Big Black Bart” will only be a story that we can tell. No more cyclists will be surprised, no more adrenaline rush as you stand and ride, no more warning shout of “look out here comes Black Bart”.
Nope, ain’t going to miss that dog, but he certianly is part of MIT, hope there are lots of riders in dog heaven to chase.