During Sunday's grueling tandem ride o'doom, we were chased first by dogs, then by GOATS. We were both laughing so hard -- they weren't very big dogs, and I think I can probably take a goat in a fair fight, armed with my pocketknife and a large bicycle, so it was one of those things that while it was going on was clearly going to become an amusing story for Herself's show-and-tell on Monday morning.